Battle Of Britain Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

"Never before in the field of human conflict was so much
owed by so many to so few."
Winston Churchill 1940

Siren scrambles spitfire squadron
Young pilots most in late teens
Run and clamber into cockpits
Engines roar, planes race down the runway
Rising skyward in battle formation.

Fear grips with some pilots wanting to vomit
Flying upwards seeking for advantage of height
Above fly slow droning German bombers
Targeting England's cities and ports
Guarded by darting M109 Messerschmitt fighters.

"Here we go, " radios an Aussie squadron leader
"Let's give the blighters hell."
Out of the sun with cannons roaring
Spitfires attack like deadly hawks
Twisting and turning as savage dogfight ensues.

Sergeant-pilot Peter Duncan trapped
Tries frantically to free the jammed cockpit cover
As flames engulf him melting hands and face
The Spitfire spirals to the ground
Exploding in a fireball ending his suffering.