Tuesday, 24 February 2015

new plane poem book no2 book/ebook poem/link

Sunny 8
Damn Yankee Mustang gonna be a real bastard and blow some Krauts outa the fucking sky. Try and stop me mother fuckers! 50cal gunning you down, got many of your kindred by my shells. Always escape with my life. No 109 or 190 ever came close to nailing me.

I'm not called Chuck Yeager! Hell no! I was in Zemke's Wolf Pack.
I died in a field near Mossley, England. No Nazi ever got me. Tell my loved ones it was the weather. Almost took my wingman with it, lost his wing tip when my bird went in. Bang! Gone.


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