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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Payback!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd flown on up from Townsville<br>To patrol the northern gulf, <br>It was just a routine flight, and we<br>Felt lazy, after lunch, <br>With a pale blue sky above us<br>And an azure sea below, <br>I just felt like turning turtle, <br>Napping out, while things were slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember that the Beatles came<br>Across the intercom, <br>Sang a song from Sergeant Peppers<br>Of some Lonely Hearts Club Band, <br>I was down there in the nose cone<br>Strapped and buckled to my seat, <br>Feeling warm and safe and cozy<br>In the tropics, in the heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While down in Carpentaria<br>The water was sublime, <br>We'd flown this great expanse before<br>A hundred, thousand times<br>Looking out for those illegals, <br>Indonesian fishing boats, <br>Fishing in our charted waters, <br>Stealing fish from round our coast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were seven in the Neptune, <br>We were short on crew that day, <br>Just the Captain and co-pilot<br>And a Navigator, Ray, <br>The Rad-tech keeping cover<br>On the sonar, 'Jezebel', <br>The others taking turns on M.A.D., <br>The stinger in the tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I was the Observer, and<br>I should have been alert, <br>Keeping watch on the horizon, <br>There was nothing to report, <br>I could hear the others mumble<br>Through the sleepy afternoon, <br>Then a bell went off, the 'Snifter'<br>And it galvanized the crew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captain ordered 'Sonar' and<br>We blasted off a buoy, <br>Flew on a dozen miles or so<br>Then dropped another toy, <br>The 'Jezebel' was chattering<br>And M.A.D. was cutting in, <br>Its Anomaly Detection showed<br>A fish - but made of tin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scanned to the horizon but<br>Saw nothing in my view, <br>Reported to the Captain, he<br>Barked orders to the crew, <br>The Rad-tech on the 'Jezebel'<br>Yelled, 'Whoopee - listen Bub, <br>I'm reading off a Russian code, <br>We've got ourselves a sub! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt the nose begin to dip, <br>And roll toward the port, <br>It looked like we were going down<br>To check the Russian out, <br>When suddenly a water spout<br>Appeared from down below, <br>I yelled up through the intercom: <br>'Missile - Missile - Go! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It only seemed a moment that<br>I braced myself, and then, <br>The nose-cone shattered, opened up<br>And left me hanging there, <br>The wind was like a howling gale<br>And took my breath away, <br>I hit the buckles, twisted round<br>And made for the crawlway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pulled me through the tunnel<br>Bleeding cuts across my face, <br>'What happened, are we going in? '<br>No-one was game to say, <br>The pilot pulled back on the stick<br>And took her round to port, <br>'The missile just glanced off us, <br>Or we wouldn't be here, Sport! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the Captain rage and swear <br>Across the intercom, <br>'That bastards got it coming, he<br>Won't know where it's coming from! '<br>We're not supposed to fire on them<br>The U.N. won't be chuffed, <br>But after that, I think he knows<br>That all the bets are off! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Neppy brought its nose around<br>And set off in pursuit, <br>We dropped two other sonar buoys, <br>The sub was heading out, <br>At just above a thousand feet<br>He said, 'Just let her rip! '<br>And dropped a dozen depth charges<br>On that Russian ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The water just erupted in<br>An agony of white, <br>A swirling burst of bubbles said<br>Our targeting was right, <br>And then a long, black shape had leapt<br>Nose first up from the sea, <br>We saw it had a broken back, <br>It sank there, instantly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We limped our way to Katherine<br>And landed in the gloom, <br>A host of men in suits were there, <br>They shut us in a room, <br>Then all of us were made to sign<br>Some forms before we left, <br>Headed - 'The Official Secrets Act', <br>They scared us half to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think that I can tell you now, <br>It's forty years this year, <br>That in the placid waters of<br>Gulf Carpentaria, <br>There lies a sunken, rusted wreck, <br>A Hammer-Sickle crest, <br>That took on a single Neptune there, <br>And well... you know the rest! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">27 December 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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To patrol the northern gulf, 
It was just a routine flight, and we
Felt lazy, after lunch, 
With a pale blue sky above us
And an azure sea below, 
I just felt like turning turtle, 
Napping out, while things were sl..."></div>
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