by Chris Duncan | Jun 7, 2010 | Poetry
On the way to Bosnia on a Mighty fat Albert Many hours pass, Concorde its not I was serving as part of the crew Before the return journey I had a job to do On seating of red webbing many will know My head in a book when in flight I had a white butty box packed with...
by James Tattersall | Jun 7, 2009 | Poetry
Lancaster,Spitfire,Hurricane they saved our country time and again,after the war most of them got scraped even though some are flying today. Most famous of them all is the Lancaster bomber,used for squadron 617.The Lancaster bomber will all-ways be remembered even if...
by James Tattersall | Jun 6, 2009 | Poetry
One bullet in my wing, another in the fuselage and a firework in the cockpit. Biggin Hill we have a problem! I”m about to land on a runaway runway. Oops lost a wing. LIKE H… h..h……HELP! Farewell Jack. Remember me if I don’t come...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
Lacy ribbons of vapour trails criss cross the morning sky, Tracing the path of fighter planes and young men born to fly, They took off at dawns first light and climbed into the heights, Eager to see the Hun come into view, in the cross hairs of their sights. From...
by Daphne Creer | Feb 25, 2009 | Poetry
The night was dark and starless; the wind was fresh and keen, The bombers stood in readiness, silent and unseen. The pilots waited tensely the long appointed hour Some were grave, some were gay, others quiet and dour. A few were looking quite relaxed with laughing...
