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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spitfire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Scramble! ' <br>‘Take the lead, Blue Leader, '<br>Spat the voice on the R/T, <br>While the ground crew pulled the chocks<br>Another plugged the battery, <br>Then the prop was turning over<br>And the Merlin roared to life<br>As the pilot, Michael Adams, <br>Kissed the picture of his wife! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had only just been married<br>On a sudden 36, <br>They had just one night together<br>Then raced back to face the blitz, <br>She to work the board, the plotter, <br>He to fly, and do his best, <br>There were twelve of them together<br>Flying over Sheerness! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were Dorniers and Junkers<br>Who were raiding from Beauvais, <br>There were Heinkel One-Elevens, <br>Also heading London's way, <br>Then the R/T sprang to life again<br>‘Blue Leader, change your course, <br>There are Stuka's bombing shipping<br>In the channel, off the coast! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the flight in V-formation<br>Turned to face the rabid Hun, <br>Climbed to 30,000 feet, <br>Were almost blinded by the sun, <br>But they ran into the Heinkels<br>And they peeled off and they dived, <br>And of thirty German bombers<br>Only seventeen survived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Messerschmitts arrived just like<br>A swarm of angry gnats, <br>And Michael had to loop and dive<br>To shake one off his back, <br>He pulled in close behind<br>A lagging Me 109, <br>Gave a seven second burst, and watched<br>The German hit the brine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jenny moved the counters as<br>Intelligence came in, <br>The Controller spoke in earnest<br>To the R/T microphone, <br>He relayed information <br>To the girls around the chart, <br>‘We've lost two Spits from Blue Flight, <br>Jimmy ‘D' and Peter Sparks! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Jenny bit her lip to keep<br>Composed all through the day, <br>She dreaded that her husband's name<br>Be mentioned in that way, <br>She knew the odds were final<br>And that few of them survived, <br>Who took that burst of cannon shells, <br>Flipped over, burned and dived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While out there in the universe<br>The everlasting sun, <br>Was busy flinging solar flares<br>At earth, as from a gun, <br>They magnetised the atmosphere<br>And swirled in colours bright, <br>Aurora Borealis <br>Also called ‘The Northern Lights! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Michael found his ammo done<br>He turned and left the fray, <br>He climbed and still he climbed<br>Until the Germans fell away, <br>He heard a voice start singing<br>In the silence all around, <br>It sounded like an angel<br>Or like Jenny, on the ground! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The daylight disappeared and he <br>Hung up there in his Spit, <br>The nose was in a climb, but it<br>Just floated, out of it, <br>The Merlin roared then sputtered<br>But it hung there in the air, <br>While swirls of brilliant colour<br>Tinged the atmosphere there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While back at Biggin Hill the Spits<br>Returned about that time, <br>The crew expected ten, but when<br>They counted, there was nine.<br>‘It seems that Michael Adams<br>Has gone missing on the day, <br>Let's hope he's in the channel…'<br>Jenny wiped a tear away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years went flashing by her<br>And she visited her son, <br>And the grandson she adored<br>Who sat there playing with his gun, <br>But the paper lay there open<br>With a picture on page five, <br>Of a Spitfire that had landed, <br>And the pilot was alive! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Yes, I saw that, ' murmured Duncan, <br>‘And his name is just like ours, <br>He's some nut who just flew in, <br>Said he's from out among the stars.'<br>Then the widow Jenny started<br>And she said: ‘It just can't be! <br>But why's a Spitfire landing here<br>In 1983? '</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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‘Take the lead, Blue Leader, '
Spat the voice on the R/T, 
While the ground crew pulled the chocks
Another plugged the battery, 
Then the prop was turning over
And the Merlin roared to life
As the pilot, Michael Adams, 
Kissed th..."></div>
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