From the Bomber Command Assn newsletter... By R Bailhache in memory of his father Flt Lt Bailhache who died recently (and his crew) 50,000 telegrams, fallen from the sky, 50,000 telegrams on a desk piled high, 3 lines for a young man's life is all there is to show, It seemed so little, perhaps they're right, our children shouldn't know. d-rum, d-rum, d-rum, sound bursts of light, as death comes flashing by, tap tap tap, the vain response, comes hammered out reply, dac dac dac, a writhing mass: typewriters in the sky. We know you didn't like them, boys, those jobs you had to do, We've forgotten that we sent you to fan blazing skies from blue, Theres nothing more to give you now, we hope you understand, That what you did, though vital then, now lies wilted in the hand. 50,000 telegrams, fallen from the sky, 50,000 telegrams, on a desk piled high, 3 lines on a telegram, for a job they can't describe, Tap tap tap for a young man's life, typewriters in the sky. My dad has moved along now, to join his crew at rest, Wonder what he'll tell them, that they did their very best, 3 lines on a telegram, to pin onto a chest, That's all that I can give you, boys, for your sacrificed test. Tap tap tap for a young mans life, typewriters in the sky, I'd like to give you more, boys, than confetti 3 miles high. We all did our jobs, boys, at least we did but try, War's a dirty game, boys, so sorry you had to fly that night, so sorry you had to fly. And form paths of power, comes still that pitiful refrain, That's all we can give you boys, a telegram for the pain. We've forgotten that we sent you to fan blazing skies from blue, That what you did was vital then, essential to carry through. There's nothing more to give you now, it just happened, or was it planned, That order to thousands every night, became inconvenient to understand? For war's a dirty game now, not all deserve the same, While some dirty jobs get credit, others pass without blame. That's all we can give you now, undone and not re-wound, Tap tap tap for a young man's life, buried in the ground. 3 lines on a telegram, piled 50,000 high, Tap tap tap for a young man's life, typewriters in the sky. I thought this was really beautiful so I thought you guys gals would appreciate it too Anyone else seen any good ones!