Paul F. Ernst
England W.W. Ii - Poem by Paul F. Ernst
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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