"Sir, is it OK if I just leave now?"

FIRST COMBAT MISSION

(Bay of Biscay)

Flying along at two hundred ten

     High in the clear cold air,

Don't look like much from the ground

     But were you ever there?

I'll tell you just how you would feel

     Or what your thoughts would be

With just the sky above and

     Below, the roaring sea.

You're looking out your plexy hatch

     Watching the props spin through,

You think, "What if they konk out now?"

     Good Lord, "What would I do?"

You look down at the roaring sea,

     The waves are ten feet high,

I hear you say, "This ain't the place

     For a guy my age to die."

Just then, the plane begins to dive

     Your heart, it skips a beat--

Your stomach winds up in your throat;

     Your ass flies off your seat.

The plane pulls up just off the sea,

     You sink right to the deck.

Your legs are made of rubber and

     You think you broke your neck.

You're now again at level flight,

     You sit relaxed and sigh.

Who was that guy who one time said,

     "It was a cinch to fly?"

(Written by Ed Trybala, Radioman VPB 111)