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Energy Exchange

Energy Exchange Oh how sorry I am To concentrate on the wingman Who crashed on the hillside The crash that killed Frederick For three and a half decades I waited To see where you fell And died on a cold wet English moor Your real wingman survived, just He lost his wing tip And returned to base, white But over the mountain there was another One was not enough England decreed American blood For the cost of her freedom And she got it A second Mustang went in Left an eighteen foot crater It took an explosion to do this Yet the pilot was not incinerated Wilhoit was your name Witnesses snatched your ID cards and book Before you burned up When I return home I will see where you fell And I will never ever forget What you died for nor why And I will say THANK YOU For you gunned Nazis down Over their own homeland You escaped them all To die in forever England… New Dawn 2971 Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers

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