#bomber
There flew the **** bomber low over a town
The front gunner shot at people he spotted
Short random bursts zipping out mostly missing
Bullets bouncing off roads houses walls
Some thudding into people quite lethally
Nobody shoots back this raider has surprise
And speed with daring to keep him safe
Plus eight guns to shoot if intercepted
The English fighters are always hungry
To nail a *** especially one aggressive like this
The Dornier zooms here and there gunning away
Having already dropped his bombs on target
A mid-sized engineering factory making items
For the war effort which killed German troops
It was now time to expend some bullets
Do some more killing on English targets
A grandmother was a target as was a postman
The Dornier curved round and headed for home
His ammo half expanded he continued
Roaring over rooftops a hundred feet up
His nose gun and other guns spit forth death
This was only one **** plane what of a hundred?
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC
Is this actually possible? Considering so few pf the planes were built... i dunno...
Manchester Bomber Wreck
Manchester bomber rotting away
Different than it was before
Holes in the surface skin
Many pieces missing
Broken in two
Separated by many feet
Engines fallen free
Skeletons of the crew inside
Unknown war grave except to them
Who haunt their lost bomber
Lying under the sea bed
To them they’re still flying
In the sky above enemy territory
Fighting for their lives
With a faulty engine
Not actually on fire
Then the flak hit them
Damaging the tail unit
Followed by an enemy fighter
Who shoots them full of holes
And kills the Flight Engineer
Hitting him with a 20mm cannon shell
But not before the gunners
Down the **** night fighter
The crippled bomber flies on
Slowly losing height
They’ll never reach the target
Nor return home to England
So drop their bombs on a small town
Unknowingly killing dozens
Four tons of bombs will do that
The Manchester bomber wasn’t fired on again
Losing height was the enemy
They decided what to do and drew lots
Bail out or ditch in the sea?
They decided to ditch
It was almost dawn
And the horizon lit up
They should of made it
But the faulty engine finally died
The bomber stalled and dug a wing in
It cartwheeled over the sea
Broke in two and sank
All aboard were knocked out
And taken to a watery grave
Unknown to the world except themselves
The only remaining Manchester bomber
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 5:51 AM UTC
O for Orange
They were just kids flying their Vickers Wellington bomber
Out from England to bomb The ***
That dastardly enemy who started this war
O for Orange coded machine crewed by our boys
Flying at first in daylight on recon and carrying leaflets
Then bombing **** warships as their civilians are innocent
Just like ours are and the Poles and others
Our Wellingtons being caught out over the water
They fought back well but lost at Heliogoland Bight
Licked into submission by lethal little Messerschmitt 109s
And their destroyer brother Messerschmitt 110s
Their cannons smashing our bombers into the water
And damaging many more which had no armour or protection
Other than rifle calibre machine guns which were close range killers
Just ask the few **** fighters that fell that day
The battle of Heligoland Bight ended the myth once and for all
The bomber will not always get thru by day
Ask the brave crew of O for Orange
Their Wellington bomber lies on the seabed
Along with their remains and legacy
Their loss was the first of many
Which brought along the total unconditional surrender
Of **** Germany ending the Thousand Year *****
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Widow Maker
In the mid 80s my dad took me to a plane crash in North Wales
It was a B-26 Marauder that hit a mountain
We climbed up to the area nearby
I froze when I saw our last climb
Up a seemingly vertical dry waterfall
There was only a bit of metal at the bottom
The rest was hundreds of feet above
We had to ascend a series of rock ledges
These were like steps and gave a way up
But my **** went and I said no!
My dad went mad shouting and pointing
It did no good my mind was made up
But looking back was it something telling me
Don't go up there or else?
I cannot say nor will I but I regret it
Not going up there to the crash
And seeing the Martin B-26 Marauder site
The Widow Maker plane lived up to its name
Killing the crew and wrecking the bomber
Decades later I think this:
I want to climb the dry falls and see it
The only plane wreck that beat me
I want to meet their ghosts...
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
What did it take?
A beautiful boy packed tight
With no hint of a man’s chin
By his dad who
Kissed him goodbye
With a hope of seeing him later
What did he know?
Carrying a sunburst in canvas
To strangers who never noticed
That their end stood five-feet-two
With a running nose
And a mind full of his mum
What did he think?
Avoiding all eyes as he stood
Among them with a small chest
That felt ready to explode
With the pressure of keeping
A secret for moments more
What would he think?
His life now a curling photo on a shelf
In a home where a family once laughed
And dust on a street where people still
Buy drinks, phone covers and fruit
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
Shaytan winks
Within …
a market
a boy
a vest
two wires
a second
a hole
a mistake
a crime
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
A month ago I sat in class
in a New England School for boys
Now, I'm in a bomber group
Adjusting to the noise
I made plans for Harvard
A doctor, I would be
Then my life would turn
In a way I didn't see
The war was on in Europe
We saw in the press
But, 18 days before Christmas
we were pulled into the mess
Future plans were put aside
Our country we'd support
We'd forget all of our future thoughts
We'd join, though not for sport
We signed up down in Boston
Young men flyers, soldiers all
Preparing for a battle
Many would not live till fall
We thought not of our future
Our present, all we had
Many dead by Christmas next
The thought is truly sad
You do not what you want to
But, what needs to be done
You go from boy to man so fast
You've barely walked...now run
Think back on those who made it
Remember who did not
Young men they are forever
They deserve a longer thought
The air is pure and holy
It is scattered with young souls
Boys, now men who went to war
And put aside their goals
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
“My sole goal in life is to keep racing
down the interstate without a clock
so I can keep going until people forget who I am.”
In my head I knew I was wrong
hypocritical, insane, illogical, but above all I was still
humane!
This, yes, this sole fact is what keeps me
separated from you
draw a straight line down the road we lived on
the squares and the circles.
You, with your fancy plaque and NHS bumper sticker
With the family of four and no reason to feel failure
With your perfect scores and magnificent vernacular
Who let you have it so easy?!
Me, with my Jimi Hendrix poster
family of who knows how many
and the chance to earn my GED in a few years
Why was it me?!
You met your wife in the 10th grade
You gave her a promise ring and everything
Even took her with you on spring break
Who said you didn't have to try?!
I was placed in the wards that year
they said it was insanity
I thought I was just thinking ahead
Why can’t they understand?!
BUT THEY ALWAYS UNDERSTAND YOU!
You, your Shakespeare perfect jargon
Mr. Right, Perfect, next coming of Beethoven
You were made to please everyone and become important!
And that’s what separates us.
Even though it’s the same street that raised us
I bought the Harley and your parents got you the Chevy.
And I recall the one time I was flying down the interstate
And caught up to you as you were going nothing higher than 70.
I stared at you and you kept your eyes on the road.
I don’t blame you, I knew that you just wanted to see my bomber jacket
I have a skull on fire on the back of it
So I gave you a great view
hope you enjoyed it.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC