In the cold gray skies over Europe’s ground our Bombers flew by day.
And Flak and fighters shot them down,
But we made their fighters pay!
Contrails streamed from Liberators
as they traveled across the sky
And a chill ran up and down their spines at the shout of “Twelve o’clock high”!
To survive a twenty five mission tour
or live to another day,
You flew a tight box, you said all your prayers, and hoped to hear “Bombs Away”.
On the Schweinfurt raid our blood ran red, So many men were lost.
Each Fortress downed, ten men were dead, to pay for freedom’s cost.
One man in four would not come back, What a heavy price was paid!
At Regensburg--NAZI fighters and flak, on a terrible August raid.
When the bomb run was done, your war was not won, you still had the fighters and flak.
You prayed and you prayed, many promises were made, in hope that you all would get back.
Your heart lifted high, when you looked in the sky and your “Little Friends” were there.
You knew they would escort you all the way home and give NAZI fighters a scare.
Where did we find such men as these who flew through a death-filled sky, They heard our allies’ anguished pleas, and answered their rallying cry.
And the tide was turned by our Airmen Brave, We conquered the NAZI might.
What more can be said of brave men who bled and died for freedom’s right.
So many airmen were lost back then,
so many young men had to die.
The valor and courage they all held within, and GOD has lifted them high.
By Jack A. McKeithen MAJOR, USAF (Retired)