Colin Ian Jeffery
Battle Of Britain - Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
"Never before in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few."
Winston Churchill 1940
Siren scrambles the spitfire squadron
Young pilots mostly in their teens
Run to clamber into cockpits
Engines roar, planes race down the runway
Rising skyward in battle formation.
Fear grips and some pilots want to vomit
Flying upwards seeking advantage of height
Above slow droning German bombers
Targeting England's cities and ports
Guarded by darting M109 Messerschmitt fighters.
"Here we go, " radios an Aussie squadron leader
"Let's give the blighters hell."
And out of the sun with cannons roaring
Spitfires attack like deadly hawks
Twisting and turning as savage dogfight ensues.
Sergeant-pilot Peter Duncan trapped
Tries frantically to free his jammed cockpit cover
But flames engulf him melting hands and face
Spitfire spirals to the ground
Exploding fireball ending his suffering.
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