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
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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