617 Squadron " the Flight Home "

Brave men brought together To fly the bombers To hamper the power Enlistment their will To serve the free All humble men As history will see Hearts shaking On this white knuckle ride Hero's them all Side by side Outbound flights Planes lost Their families and friends Count the cost Target reached Heavy flak How many of them Will make it back They turn for home Chased by the Hun Machine guns ripping Flesh so young Wounded they slump Bullet ridden Bloodied bodies Sodden The coast of England up ahead Welcomes the live And will remember the dead Distant engines The airfield hears Crippled planes Grow near and near Families gather as they fly over Did their loved ones Pass the cliffs of Dover Ambulance, tenders Race to the scene Pieces of man Their life no longer a dream Carried in care Blanketed shroud Dads and sons Did their country proud The airmen who walked out Turned and looked to the sky This mission by men As they wonder why Pain and suffering For the right to be free As the future has thanked As we look back and see. Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read. We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php