The Final Assault
by Parthsarathi on Oct.28, 2009, under Poems
The Final Assault
Chugging down the runway at 35 knots,
The desperate BF-109 pilot was beset by a myriad of thoughts,
His untrained eyes peered across the horizon
As he confirmed boresight, sweaty palms on the trigger of his gun
His wingman alerted him, bogeys at 10 O’ clock
The allied bombers were definitely in for a shock
B 17’s shattering through the icy winds of December
The light shone of our pilot’s badge, Sonderkommando Elbe
Silently he aligned his craft, parallel to the enemy
Ready to ram the empennage, the plane echoed the cry of a banshee
Bandit at 6 0’clock! Shouted the tail gunner
Firing shots into the sky, the enemy he did not deter
The propellers broke through the flying fortress
Our pilot, a glimpse of reputation, sank into the brightness
His cockpit flew open, seat ejected out
As he saw the enemy burn towards the ground
Parachuting slowly down, the patriot had nothing to say,
A Kamikaze, who indeed lived another day.
Parthsarathi Trivedi
23rd July ‘08
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