Martin Bull
6th January 2006, 13:59
Maybe something to consider when you're next counting the rivets on a Corgi AA B-17...
BRIEFING AT FIVE
It starts in the morning, early at three
My dreams are ended as a guy shakes me.
OK, get up, come on - look alive,
Breakfast at four, briefing at five.
So out I stumble, it's cold and black,
Oh how I wish I were back in the sack !
Where are my dog-tags ? Darn the Luck
It doen't help my feelings to miss the truck.
At the Mess Hall, I'm wide awake -
Fresh eggs for breakfast for the chance I take.
At the Briefing Room, I'm not so sure -
Will it be Bremen, or again the Ruhr ?
It makes no difference, I loudly boast.
( I hope and pray that it's the French Coast ).
I'm sweating it out, I realize,
As I watch the curtain slowly rise.
It's Emden again, say that's my meat,
With lots of escort to make it complete.
So we'll take off, and we'll be back -
If the Krauts aren't too good with all that flak.
Just eight more trips, then we'll be home,
With a good cold Blatz with plenty of foam.
I'll drink my beer at the corner dive,
And say to Hell with briefing at five !
Anonymous, from 'In My Book You're All Heroes' by R E O'Hearn.
BRIEFING AT FIVE
It starts in the morning, early at three
My dreams are ended as a guy shakes me.
OK, get up, come on - look alive,
Breakfast at four, briefing at five.
So out I stumble, it's cold and black,
Oh how I wish I were back in the sack !
Where are my dog-tags ? Darn the Luck
It doen't help my feelings to miss the truck.
At the Mess Hall, I'm wide awake -
Fresh eggs for breakfast for the chance I take.
At the Briefing Room, I'm not so sure -
Will it be Bremen, or again the Ruhr ?
It makes no difference, I loudly boast.
( I hope and pray that it's the French Coast ).
I'm sweating it out, I realize,
As I watch the curtain slowly rise.
It's Emden again, say that's my meat,
With lots of escort to make it complete.
So we'll take off, and we'll be back -
If the Krauts aren't too good with all that flak.
Just eight more trips, then we'll be home,
With a good cold Blatz with plenty of foam.
I'll drink my beer at the corner dive,
And say to Hell with briefing at five !
Anonymous, from 'In My Book You're All Heroes' by R E O'Hearn.