Her engines spluttering to life.
The men looked at each other,
Thoughts turning to family and wives.
Reaching cruising height.
As the the men wondered,
If they would return this night.
On towards her enemy.
Below darkening cloud,
Above rolling sea.
As explosions shook the night.
The sound of Hell,
With Heaven's Light.
And, with target below,
Her cargo was loosed.
And she turned for home.
Carrying seven mothers sons.
Who now stood thankful,
In the early morning sun.
