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Bellyache (for Weird Harold)
Bellyache (for Weird Harold)
In the American desert were a load of trash airplanes waiting to be scrapped.
On a muggy night under a million stars something strange occurred.
One of the first pre-production F-15 Eagle fighters was at rest, quietly asleep.
Resting on flat tyres, with faded paint and creaking spars, it was a derelict.
No longer high tech, a threat t...
Friday 1st February 2013 11:04 pm
jet fighter air war over the desert
DESERT CLASH
A murky dust laden night gives way to a searing
hot day over the barren desert.
Sun glints off metal many miles away
as aerial knights rise to do battle.
The Tigersharks get ready to fight
the Eagles in the coming battle.
Suddenly it starts as missile trails
dance through the sky and jets
leave contrails in the humid upper air.
A ...
Monday 15th August 2011 5:36 pm
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