Bomber Command by J.M. Milne (57 Sqn)
A long cold night, a star filled sky,
A blacked out world below.
The grim faced crew on faith rely
They'll live to see tomorrow.
The searchlights sweep, the hell sent flak,
A thousand shards of steel.
But on they press their bold attack
And hide the fear they feel
For near six years, night after night
Squadron after Squadron
Shattered the dream of Nazi might,
Its power a sham illusion
They shared a duty, fate and fear
That forged uncommon pride
And paid a price in lives so dear,
More than fifty thousand died.