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Flying Fortress Mi Amigo Rememberance

Mi Amigo Flying Fortress Mi Amigo Remembrance Mi Amigo It happened in the year nineteen forty-four Ten young lives from that day were with us no more Flying a B17 bomber plane A ten-man crew “Mi Amigo” her name Returning from a raid over Denmark Badly damaged and struggling back to her mark Her radio dead and engine misfiring The skin in tatters from all the shell firing A nurse plane was left to guide her way home But they lost sight in the clouds and presumed she was gone But the pilot valiantly searched for the English coast He needed to reach Charleston but managed Sheffield, their last post It was just before five on that February day Children in the Endcliffe Park with a football to play Mi Amigo couldn’t wait, she had to come down She spiraled and tried to land in the Park ground The pilot he saw the children playing there He lifted the nose and tried to climb in the air There is a Memorial Stone in the park these days They planted ten oak trees for the boys they couldn’t save The boys were all American aged twenty-one to twenty-four February Twenty Second, they were lost far from their own shore The Pilot determined he missed the children and hit in the trees Heroes to the parents of the children playing in that February freeze My mother watched the plane as it struggled overhead The engine sound and smoke from above filled them with dread They had souvenirs made from the Perspex nose of the plane But they are now lost like the lives of the boys that were claimed. © Amanda Tams 2012 It was the anniversary in Feb of 10 American boys that died in a Park where I played as a child. My mother would normally have been playing there with the others, but she watched it from her sick bed at home as the plane passed yards from their roof. Although she was an eyewitness this information is from A book By D Harvey called Mi Amigo Sheffield's Flying Fortress

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Date: 3/1/2012 2:07:00 AM
We had the b17 guys down here in 42, Macarthur came to Australia, The Yanks came here true blue, Biscuit bombers Dc3's were droppin tucker on NewGuinea, and my dad was eating bully beef of the rocks n trees, found dimly, in the jungle green...with the Japanese obscene ...murder and the killing...
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Date: 2/25/2012 6:10:00 PM
Fantastic touch of a most sad time in our existence Mandy. It reminds me of my poem on the attached link regarding a Bomber Crew during WW2. Many thanks for sharing this fine piece :) "http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php
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Date: 2/26/2012 2:47:00 AM
Hi James I have just been reading your highlander poems they are very grafic and touching well done. The stupidness of war never fails to amaze xx
Date: 2/24/2012 2:34:00 AM
This is amazing Mandy, can't beat a true story. love this. harry
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Date: 2/23/2012 10:28:00 PM
wow, what an amazing story this is!! I enjoyed learning about this .Also it is very well written.
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Date: 2/23/2012 12:27:00 PM
tragic scene beautifully rendered in a laguage sublime,mandy... thanks for sharing this eventful experience.. memorable piece!..:) huggs!
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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
Date: 2/23/2012 12:41:00 PM
Thanks nette my mum stilll talks about it. xx
Date: 2/23/2012 11:54:00 AM
A nice heart felt tribute Mandy , 10 more young hero,s lost to war , will we ever learn , Hugs and best wishes , Declan xx
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Date: 2/23/2012 12:40:00 PM
Thanks Dec xx hugs always

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