Chapter (30) THE LOST GUNNERA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANThe lost Gunner.
The engines drone through
shrapnel cracked skies, sharp shards and shattered glass. Through torn flesh and
burning, no thoughts of turning, not returning mission failed. Onward through the fear, they
shed their load of death, and a tear. A price paid so dear each day
above the foreign soil.
The Lanc, with Merlins hot,
now silent stands. Her frame holed, torn and
bent, deadly bomb load spent. Ground crews step in to
examine the suffered structure and gasp to see the hole
where once the rear gunner waited with cold
breath baited, while with tired eyes he had
searched the plane filled skies. The crack of flak as a single
anti aircraft shell had found it's mark, too
well.
A crew, less one, weary,
tired, sad, thankful they lived, this time. They walk woollen booted
heavy steps, slow, heads low, no voices, no
expression to show the grief, yet each inside hides a
secret relief, at his own survival.
And so they stand, the
Captain with glass in hand says "To Charlie boy" and solemn voices, echo praised, in salute with glasses raised, "Charlie Boy" About this man, this boy,
full of youthful joy they talk, Now just a line of chalk
across a chartroom wall. In four short weeks he had
become a friend, a brother, and tomorrow there will be another, to take his place. © 2017 MAD ENGLISHMAN |
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2 Reviews Added on October 13, 2015 Last Updated on November 5, 2017 AuthorMAD ENGLISHMANGreat Ponton, Lincolnshire, United KingdomAboutHeading for my 72nd birthday in April. I've enjoyed an eventful life. With the help of 2 wives I've managed to raise 3 children. Proud of my kids. I embrace all cultures but ultimately I'm proud to be.. more..Writing
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