14 mongrels rode forth to the valley of death.
14 x 3 in formation's we rode, endlessly east, searching, looking.
Tightly in formation skimming the waves did we fly, onward, onward.
42 ki-67's searched the wide seas for the floating palaces of death.
Eastward we searched, then southward, then west.
Sail HO was the cry on the radio, as the mongrels prepared to die.
Tora Tora Tora! was our attack cry as we swept down on the enemy.
14 formations of ki-67 each carrying one long torpedo.
Watch your speed, watch your alt, lets get that ship!
Onward the mongrels swept yea into the very fires of hell.
Through the waterspouts and ack bursts we came.
Right up to the very edge of the ships themseves.
Then did we level our spears and charge, stern faced.
acks pinging us, waterspouts all around yet onward we raced.
Then did we release our lances to drive against the steel
Swiftly now, did we dodge amonst the ships.
Straight through the fleet we flew, ack tearing pieces as we went.
Onward to death did we ride, and knew no fear.
Then did we see whistleing death ride down from on high.
Then we did man our guns, running ever onward.
Then we did'st die, man by man as the enemy planes killed us.
We are ghost's now, ghosts out of a distant past.
Yet for one night we were the charge of the Light Brigade.
We were every man who has fought & died for his country.
We flew well, we fought like tigers and we died like men.
Few there are to remember, too few who survived the flight home.
The rest of us lie broken beneath the waves. Verily, we paid the price.
