Belgrade

Broken warplane falls wreathed in smoke.

Me with two German bullets in my chest.

How it hurts.

Funny how I feel alive right now, before I die.

Was I dead when we met?

Something precious died inside when you left me.

So I joined the air force and became a pilot.

People feted me wherever I went.

Don’t you know I shot two Huns down?

Then number three got me.

Good and proper in his bull’s eye.

Sorry my dear wife, I won’t be coming home.

I fall down in a burning fighter plane near Belgrade.

I died for you and our Motherland my love.

Let Marshal Tito be proud of me.

Sincerely love me my dear wife,

I’m sorry we fought and you left...