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Last Mission
We flew out from Kirmington, Germany bound To bomb Frankfurt, and the area around One of a thousand planes that took to the air Mine was a Wellington, assembled with care I was a Flight Sergeant on the old R/T Also an air gunner, yes that was me We should have had six on board that night Only five of us left to join that flight The long journey out was cold but routine Each of us checking his part of the machine But once over the target, the flak was so bad It instilled fear into this Italian lad We dropped our bombs and turned for home Split from the pack we are on our own It’s nearly dawn as we cross over France The enemy’s about, please give us a chance Nearer and nearer we get to the French coast To survive this run, we would boast But an Eastbound 109 turned his guns our way Fate was sealed; this was not our day Badly we are hit, and losing height fast Doubts arose if we would last But faith in our skills kept that last hope alive If only we knew we wouldn’t survive We crashed in the sea just off the Le Harvre coast It was that final dive I hated the most Screaming and crying, our souls plead their case All killed in action, and lost without trace
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