WW2 – duncancleary

Nachtjagd

Clear exhaust pattern –
Close the bomber, from astern ~
Play our Jazz music.

Pilots sit on ‘chutes –
Hit – other crew get out first ~
Few pilots in camps.

For which mad fucker –
Did we fight so hard, so long?
My boys, in the snow.

We hear the black flak –
our big radial engines ~
fine jets come to kill.