Valiant Bombers jetted into the skies,
down on the island, buzzing with flies.
Crouched on the beach, without protection,
servicemen without a means of detection.
Huddled in the sand, they covered their eyes,
as the roar of the engines, drowned the buzzings of flies,
Then, turning as ordered, they took in the sight,
a clear demonstration of ultimate might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem