England W.W. Ii Poem by Paul F. Ernst
England W.W. Ii
A pilot in the Eagle flight
Was trained and ready for a fight
A scheduled sun up raid drew nigh
He paced then looked up at the sky
And nervously smoked a cig'rette
He certainly appeared upset
I checked his eyes and jumpy ways
Then spoke in a quiet simple phrase
You seem a bit unnerved, that true?
He stared at me, the smoke, he threw
While saying what's not always bared
"Its mission one! Nerves hell! I'm scared!"
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4/25/2024 7:22:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem. I like the sentiment. I tell my students that World War II was the necessary war that the Allied forces had to fight, but that by this time, unlike during the beginning of World War, I there was no more foolish espousing of 'Dulce et decorum est propatria mori'.