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Cari
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Englnand

0 posted 2016-03-15 06:05 AM



Bombers Moon


Coal black bats of terror
Pick their way through the shooting gallery
The uncaring moon will show the way
~
Bowels of haphazard death empty
On crouching innocence,
Blind Fortuna chooses who lives or dies
~
Women, who once found romance in your smile
Sealed their love on a far off evening
Now curse your pitiless radiance




A full moon in a cloudless night sky was called a Bombers Moon in the 2nd World War
Whether England in 1941 or Germany in 1944 the innocent shared the same sisterhood

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ethome
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since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada
1 posted 2016-03-15 10:15 AM


I suppose they would look like coal bats of terror on the night sky.
It would be a frightening experience.

Bomber's Moon how, applicable!  Well done!

Remember the British group Eric Burdon and The Animals.

They did a song called "Sky Pilot".
During WW2 that was the handle soldiers hung on the army pastors etc.


He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You'll never, never, never reach the sky


He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them its all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You'll never, never, never reach the sky


He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he's still behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you're never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said
Sky pilot.....sky Pilot
How high can you fly


You'll never, never, never reach the sky
You're soldiers of God you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell


In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
"Thou shalt not kill"
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You never, never, never reach the sky

true love never looks after it's own interests

Cari
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Englnand
2 posted 2016-03-15 12:35 PM


Yes you’re right, Sky Pilot was the British forces name for a Padre, and probably still is. I was called back to base from up country to be told by a Sky Pilot of the sudden death of my mother. I remember he stumbled a bit.

Two antidotes on WW2.

In 1942 the first American service men arrived in Britain.  One walked into a pub and was greeted by the landlord.

“Hi Yank, your first pint is on the house, its there at the end of the bar, though it maybe a bit flat.”
“Flat? Why should it be flat”?
“Cos it’s been standing waiting for you for two bloody years”

The last is true so I’m told.

When the female services arrived over here, a northern textile company were given the contract to provide their underclothes. So grateful were they for the order in hard times, they decided, free of charge, to decorate the ladies pants with the Stars and Stripes completely unaware of the reverence that Americans place on their national flag.
When the first batch arrived all hell broke loose. Churchill himself had to go on his knees to apologise. I leave it to you to guess where they placed the flag.
Thanks for reading.
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Cari.

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
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3 posted 2016-03-15 01:57 PM


Well done, I feel anything I can say here has already been said by you two.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

ice
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404
Pennsylvania
4 posted 2016-03-15 03:53 PM



War poetry is in a class of its own.
Being a pacifist, I read it to remember why I am.

I give this "war"poem an A.

It gave me message to add to the beauty of
"High Flight.."

"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,..."
John Magee

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

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