Flying Fortress - Cage

We took to the skies

And broke through the clouds on that fateful day

Into a formation we never should break

What some called the Flying Fortress

Was wings on a bulletproof cage

With 13 machine guns a crew barely of age

As we fly to enemy spaces

The air is alive with the scream of a deafening hum

Our mission is critical no price is too high to pay

Here they come…

Fighters swarming and blasting guns

From tyrants freedom must be saved

One in five won’t come back alive

Glory shines upon the brave

300 Luftwaffe met us with all guns ablaze

They stood right between us

And the Messerschmitt line

Our gunners frantically followed their flight paths

Defending our planes spiralling downward

Good young men died

As the Allies are shot down in flames

Just a few of us made it our target is nearly in sight

Just a few more moments and it’s bombs away…

Blasted to dust

Fighters swarming and blasting guns

From tyrants freedom must be saved

One in five won’t come back alive

Glory shines upon the brave

Bombers diving with few surviving

But still we will have victory

Through our sites the ground ignites

Europe finally will be free!

Just a few made it back to the base

Some crashed upon landing and others into the sea

Over 70 planes and 650 men lost…

Black Thursday