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leitmotiv
07-26-2007, 05:15 AM
When a Beau goes in/Into the drink/It makes you think,/Because, you see, they always sink;/But nobody says "Poor lad!"/Or goes about looking sad;/Because, you see, it's war,/It's the unalterable law.

Although it's perfectly certain/The pilot's gone for a Burton/And the observor too,/It's nothing to do with you;/And if they both should go/To a land where falls no rain nor hail nor driven snow---/Here, there, or anywhere,/Do you suppose THEY care?

You shouldn't cry/Or say a prayer or sigh./In the cold sea, in the dark/It isn't a lark/But it isn't Original Sin---/It's just a Beau going in.

leitmotiv
07-26-2007, 05:15 AM
When a Beau goes in/Into the drink/It makes you think,/Because, you see, they always sink;/But nobody says "Poor lad!"/Or goes about looking sad;/Because, you see, it's war,/It's the unalterable law.

Although it's perfectly certain/The pilot's gone for a Burton/And the observor too,/It's nothing to do with you;/And if they both should go/To a land where falls no rain nor hail nor driven snow---/Here, there, or anywhere,/Do you suppose THEY care?

You shouldn't cry/Or say a prayer or sigh./In the cold sea, in the dark/It isn't a lark/But it isn't Original Sin---/It's just a Beau going in.

Crash_Moses
07-26-2007, 05:24 AM
IL-2's very own Dr. Seuss. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif

I like it.

midgie
07-26-2007, 05:36 AM
"Bring me light verse to liquidate my sorrow"

Nice find, cheers

leitmotiv
07-26-2007, 07:17 AM
THE classic sardonic WWII poem about the RAF. Distills the callousness necessary to endure ops succinctly, and demonstrates the difference between the mind-set of gamers and people actually in a war.

MB_Avro_UK
07-26-2007, 12:30 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by leitmotiv:
THE classic sardonic WWII poem about the RAF. Distills the callousness necessary to endure ops succinctly, and demonstrates the difference between the mind-set of gamers and people actually in a war. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

My thoughts too...thanks for posting.

Best Regards,
MB_Avro.

MB_Avro_UK
07-26-2007, 12:36 PM
Hi Leitmotiv,

Here's something similar.
Requiem for an RAF Bomber Rear Gunner:


My brief sweet life is over, my eyes no longer see,
No summer walks - no Christmas Trees - no pretty girls for me,
I've got the chop, I've had it, my nightly ops are done
Yet in another hundred years, I'll still be twenty-one

by R W Gilbert



Best Regards,
MB_Avro.

TgD Thunderbolt56
07-26-2007, 12:41 PM
One fish two fish red fish blue fish....

MB_Avro_UK
07-26-2007, 12:54 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by TgD Thunderbolt56:
One fish two fish red fish blue fish.... </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Sorry Thunderbolt...what are you saying in your post?

Best Regards,
MB_Avro.

Waldo.Pepper
07-26-2007, 01:12 PM
I remember this from grade 8.

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/gunner/gunner.html

Friendly_flyer
07-26-2007, 01:51 PM
Did the Beaufighter really sink that fast?

leitmotiv
07-26-2007, 06:34 PM
The Beaufighter had those two, big radials mounted forward which (1) scooped the sea when it hit sending it straight to the bottom (2) made it nose-heavy so when it hit it went straight to the bottom. (From an explanation of the poem I read years ago).

Good one, Avro. Never seen it.

DAMNED GOOD SHOW by Derek Robinson is an excellent novel about Bomber Command in 1939-41. BOMBER by Len Deighton, a novel about a fictional Bomber Command main force raid in June 1943, is a classic. Shows the bomber war was not for the soft at heart.

Friendly_flyer
07-26-2007, 11:58 PM
That makes sense Note to self: When over water in a Beau - jump, don't ditch!

I'm usually not one to quote religious poetry, but I think rounding up with this one wouldn't hurt:

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, "”and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of"”wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew"”
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.