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STUKA POEM from the other side
STUKA
Take off is early at dawn; twilight covers our planes in gold sunlight.
We climb so slowly for the sun and its protection on our dangerous flight
to England.
Our deadly load is our bombs, we’ll kill those Tommies just like our
Fuerher says. But are we so bad?
All we do is follow our orders and do our terrible mission.
We reach our target in the morning su...
Thursday 4th August 2011 10:25 pm
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