to the Queen
From Guadalcanal and the
Phillipines at the start of WW2
to the hostile skies of Europe, thru miles of flak she flew.
At home at thirty thousand,
majestic as a Queen,
a silver bird flown by men, many in their teens.
She carried war to the tyrants
lair, to keep all nations free;
she flew thru flak and flame, as far as eye could see.
She slugged it out with Hitler’s
best, brought her dead and wounded home.
Damaged and with engines out, it was often times alone.
Born of war but seeking peace,
she carried valiant men
into the very jaws of death, and brought them home again.
Berlin, Frankfurt and countless
others, courageous daylight raids,
and only God in Heaven knows the awesome price she paid.
She met death at 30,000,
or on a tree top run.
A victim of ack-ack shell or Luftwaffe fighters gun.
Like all the men who flew
her, for peace and hope she yearned.
But too often mission boards would read, “Failure to Return.”
Often plane and crew went
down in a hostile place.
Others were missing in action and lost without a trace.
Her era’s in the past
but the history that she’s made
must always be remembered and never be betrayed.
Generations have come and
gone; enjoyed their hopes and dreams,
yet never paused in gratitude to this aging Silver Queen.
And the men who flew her,
Who stood between our nations shores and the tyrants mighty guns.
Yes, she’s tired and
weary, a little aged and worn,
but she fought and bought their freedom, before most of them were born.
And we who still remember
Tojo and Hitler’s dreams
Stand a little prouder…..
In the presence of the Queen.