BLESS 'EM ALL - MUSTANG PILOTS

Now they say there's a convoy leaves New York tonight,
Bound for old England's shore
Heavily laden with browned-off young men
Bound for the land they "adore".
Now they all know their Mustangs are keen as can be
To catch a Focke-Wolf in their sights
They're experts at moaning and bitching and groaning
When everything's going just right.

cho: Bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The needle, the airspeed, the ball
(They sent us to school just to teach us to fly)
They sent us to solo and left us to die
And if ever your fighter should stall
You're in for one helluva fall
No lilies and violets for dead fighter pilots
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.
(Bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The needle, the airspeed, the ball)
Bless all the harness that fastens us in
Bless all the radio's ear-splitting din.
So we'll loop and we'll roll and we'll dive
'Til we are more dead than alive;
No future in flying, unless you like dying
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.

From The Wild Blue Yonder, Getz (Missing words supplied by RG
memory)
@Army @airplane @war @bitching @WWII
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