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Bravery on a wing
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Bravery on a wing |
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kudanesh Member
since 2007-12-01
Posts 135Peterborough,England |
They rose up one by one When the sirens sound. So many of them would go up Few would return to the ground. They soared like winged horses Charging towards the enemy. Hearts filled with bravery Sometimes hope was all they’d see. Incredible skill they had To fly the horse of war. Bullets, skill and luck was all they had To even up the score. So many of them lost their lives While helpless friends watched on. One minute they were on their wing The next minute they were gone. Some would fall in smoke and flames Franticly trying to break free. Sometimes they lose their fight Becoming engulfed by the sea. Those that returned paid their respects To those that flew to save lives. They were never to be seen again But will always be there in their minds. We owe our freedom to those that went up To answer England’s call. Thanks to so many that went up and the few who were never came home at all. “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few” (Winston Churchill) [This message has been edited by kudanesh (08-03-2008 11:43 AM).] |
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kudanesh Member
since 2007-12-01
Posts 135Peterborough,England |
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