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A Raving
B-24 friend's Lt.'s Robinson, Jobe, and
Behr Editor's Note: The following was stolen from the B-17 Combat Crewmen & Wingmen, Sept./Oct, 1997 Once upon a mission dreary, When of combat I'd grown weary I had flown a thousand hours And was sure to fly some more When suddenly there came a knocking Sounded like some AckAck popping Popping like the very devil Just beneath my bomb bay doors. Tis some Jerry thought I Wishing to improve his score I will use evasive tactics Even if he does get sore Turning then I saw before me Blacker now than e're before AckAck bursting close and heavy Guess I'd better turn some more. Opening wide I swung the bomb doors And to my surprise and horror Flashing fast and bright below me Were some ninety guns or more And above the shrapnel's screechin' I remembered then the briefing When they told us with much speaking That there were only three or four. Leveling then I made a bomb run Which was not a very long one For the varsity was on duty And I'd seen their work before Then an engine coughed and clattered And the glass around me spattered And I knew they had my number Just my number, nothing more. Then at last the bombs were toggled, And alone, away, I hobbled With some fifty seven inches And a feathered number four. While outside like ducks migrating Was a drove of M.E.'s waiting Waiting all with itching fingers Just to finish up the score. I had lost my upper turret And alone, defenseless, worried I was the saddest creature Mortal woman ever bore And each bright and beaming track Coming nearer, ever nearer Made my spirit sink within me Just my spirit, nothing more. Then at last to my last elation I caught up with my formation And the M.E.'s turned and left me By the tens and by the score But my wings were torn and tattered And my nerves completely shattered And as far as I'm concerned The war is o'er. And my secret I am giving To the rest of those among you Who might dare to live some more For my sinus starts to seeping Every time they mention briefing No more flying, no more missions No more combat, Nevermore! |
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