Rising higher
and higher the warplane climbs
through the
hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below
through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang
under delta wings
ready for
instant launch when an enemy
is spotted
across the distant sky.
An inhuman
machine with the looks of a goddess
and the power
of a god, this is a thing of mans own creation
yet almost
with a life of its own and an electronic soul.
Radar eyes see
a hundred miles and infrared sensors scan
the ice cool
sky, fuel drinking engines push Mach2 forth
onward and
upwards to the battle area, the whole sky.
Night falls
and stars glint like diamonds on black velvet,
light years
distant. A faint glimpse on the radar,
a skin paint
tens of miles distant, missile seekers focus
a needle of
energy. Enough!
A white
incandescent light and a whoosh of flame
and the
missile is on the way, out of sight in seconds,
a faint glow
dimming. In an enemy cockpit a similar scene
is being
played out in this high tech duel of chess.
Rapid
manoeuvres to defeat the devil’s missile
and maybe a
chance to meet him if you fail.
As g-forces crush you and the stars go vertical
do you think
of your wife or pray you can win
this dangerous
battle where you are meant to be the best?
War in the
air, ruthless and utterly cold blooded
five miles
above the earth.
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