'Never before in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so <br />many to so few.' <br /> Winston Churchill 1940 <br /> <br />The siren scrambles the spitfire squadron <br />Young pilots mostly in their teens <br />Rush to clamber into cockpits <br />Engines roar, and planes race down the runway <br />Rising skyward in battle formation. <br /> <br />Fear grips and some pilots want to vomit <br />Flying upwards they seek advantage of height <br />Above the slow droning German bombers <br />Targeting England's cities and ports <br />Guarded by darting M109 Messerschmitt fighters. <br /> <br />' Here we go, ' radios an Aussie squadron leader <br />' Let's give the blighters hell.' <br />And out of the sun with cannons roaring <br />Spitfires attack like deadly hawks <br />Twisting and turning as the savage dogfight ensues. <br /> <br />Sergeant-pilot Peter Duncan trapped <br />Tries frantically to free his jammed cockpit cover <br />But flames engulf him - - melting hands and face <br />The spitfire spirals to the ground <br />Exploding in a fireball ending the sergeant's suffering.<br /><br />Colin Ian Jeffery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-of-britain/
