Peerless

We would sleep oft as light as a flagging breeze, eyes dry and smarting; with minds ill at ease..' Our lives then the currency to pay your dues, who would return from our sorties? we had not a clue.' We fought off the nausea, as well as the foe, we'd tied wires to ailerons if it meant we could go..' Our aim was sure, our desire's to win.' Our hearts burned for freedom; midst the dogfighting & spin, We honoured this country, child maid and man, from the bankers, to the bakers; lords or labouring men. Our thoughts oft assailed, by the task on our hands; our limbs felt fatigue, yet we held to the plan..' We came back from our 'bailouts', to a pittance of pay; then returned to the sky by the night & the day. Our flights held this country, kept its hope; earned its trust, we hold no regrets for blood spilled in the dust We know that our sacrifice, will be not effaced; keep the faith we've delivered, here in our covenant place.' ©Joe Maverick 7/2/2015