Before The Next Bombs Fall

by jaybird1

I hear the song of driven winds,
against the barrack walls.
The sound a memory to me sends,
of angry barroom brawls.

We lads are in a deep unease,
but speak of usual things,
of women, alcoholic sprees
and what the morrow brings.

Come morn we are over Dover
in flight to Germany
and when this war is over,
perhaps Europe may be free.

Death and destruction lie ahead,
dropped from where eagles fly.
For all the guiltless ones, soon dead,
we cry, dear Lord, we cry.

A happy life amid the sky
where many dangers loom;
We pray the tides of war deny,
our flight from instant doom.

A happy life amid the sky,
my God where did I find this lie?

1944-as a 19 year old

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Written as a member of U S Air Force-1944

Before The Next Bombs Fall

by jaybird1

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