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
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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