Zeus As Retired Bomber

He had gone round about what he had been through inside out; in the bomber's cockpit, he had known what omnipotence is basically all about; that heady feeling of being Zeus hurling down thunderbolts at foes, as he crisscrossed vast, hostile skies, strafing wherever the cross-hair goes; awesome might in his forefinger, life or death on the warming trigger, been there, done that, no big deal, retiree-bomber tries to remember; in his waning years, still at a loss as to what it really was all about, the ultimate end, meaning of it all, doubting the benefit of the doubt; recalling lines heard long ago on being brave, strong and true; said he was, but with missiles he had to fire, bombs to strew, he must have rocked the world with blasts his whole life through, obeying the dark side of combat command red, white and blue!