Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang under delta wings
ready for instant launch when an enemy
is spotted across the distant sky.
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess
and the power of a god, this is a thing of mans own creation
yet almost with a life of its own and an electronic soul.
Radar eyes see a hundred miles and infrared sensors scan
the ice cool sky, fuel drinking engines push Mach2 forth
onward and upwards to the battle area, the whole sky.
Night falls and stars glint like diamonds on black velvet,
light years distant. A faint glimpse on the radar,
a skin paint tens of miles distant, missile seekers focus
a needle of energy. Enough!
A white incandescent light and a whoosh of flame
and the missile is on the way, out of sight in seconds,
a faint glow dimming. In an enemy cockpit a similar scene
is being played out in this high tech duel of chess.
Rapid manoeuvres to defeat the devil’s missile
and maybe a chance to meet him if you fail.
As g-forces crush you and the stars go vertical
do you think of your wife or pray you can win
this dangerous battle where you are meant to be the best?
War in the air, ruthless and utterly cold blooded
five miles above the earth.