it's a poem I thought of in my sleep , not sure where to post it so I thought here. It's probably not that good my first attempt .
The PilotOh how we play in skies with no fear
our war birds scream and spit,
swoops and stall to keep our six clear
oh the fun we have this day
but least us not forget the men so true
who flew these beasts
they flew them in fear
anger
dread
not for fun or macho cred
they now line in perfect formation
line abreast in military best.
not in their birds of steel
but in pure white crosses under field
their work done for friend and kin
not for queen, country, or king
to save their friend in heat fight
no thought for their own life
least we forget those who are there
who still think of friends died
who think of missions old
of what they've done
of successes,
and of what can not be undone.
So as we play our silly game
Be you German, British , French or pole
Japanese , American , fin
or other home
Least we not forget
Least we not forget
please feel free to add
