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Six One Seven WW2

The moon casts shadows of deep cold glare Grumbling engines roll and tear through the quiet loss of silence in the evening air Practice over the walls of dam For a mission that will change the fate of man See giant birds with still wings soar Listen to the dinning engines roar Feel the presence of courage and cunning and dare For heroes in winged beasts soaring through the air A squadron of men and science will deliver Something that thought of now makes me shiver The Derwent rehearsal for the wings of war to soar Now honoured as heroes and will be forever more 617 may be a number to me or you 617 is something way more than cool They broke the stance of mankind’s most ruthless killing machine They tore through the flesh of the nazi regime For the men of ‘Operation Chastise’ with badges with these numbers on You’ll be remembered as the best of men as the years, decades and centuries go on and on.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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