Alarm aircraft! The shout went up
They came in low and fast
Crossing over Fanning Head
In seconds they had passed

We open fire our thoughts a blur
And try to take them down
From Antelope a Seacat’s launched
One plummets to the ground

Morale is high, up goes a cheer
No time to stop and think
With bullets flying in the air
The second’s in the drink

Their time is up they turn for home
We send them on their way
With tracers closing from behind
We’ve done our job this day

It’s time to clean and prep the guns
For what is yet to come
We’ll do our best to end this war
Then we can head for home