I dreamed last night I was back again, with the chaps once again I stood;
There was Trev and Jimmy and Gordie – and: Dick in serious mood
Geoff and Jack in a huddle, checking the course and the height,
Making a note of the weather, ‘Buttoning the job up tight.’
The Winco giving his ‘Pep’ talk, Intelligence giving the ‘Gen’,
The Met bloke with the usual Bull, ‘Good cover chaps – bout Ten-Ten’,
But clearing up at the target, giving a spot-on view. ‘
‘OK chaps’ says the Wingco, ‘Best of luck now it’s up to you.’
Out we stream to the crew truck, around the perimeter track,
Off at the kite and start checking, Where’s that b– trolley-acc?’
Give the old engines a warm up, check, them to see they’re OK,
Ground crew busy around us, ‘Right chaps -Chocks away!’
Taxi her round to the runway, ‘There goes the green, this is it.’
Roll her on for the take off, check her for maximum power,
Check skipper’s safety belt fastened; take one last look at the Tower.
Geoff puts the power on slowly, the ‘Old girl’ responds with a will,
We swiftly climb into the darkness, ‘a Night hawk out for the kill’.
– written by Ken ‘Watson Marshall DFC (1949)
The third and final one of Ken Marshall’s poem next Monday.
`Not Forgotten Lady’