Fulda Gap Blues

Turtles on the sly, bandits in the sky, watching the missiles rise. Father cries and Mother sighs. The storm is coming and there's nowhere to hide. Little Sister has no shoes, but she has joy! Deprived of misery, she doesn't care anymore. She's at war. Steak and eggs, long tanned legs, only a dream away after the world is slain. Maybe God lied, but then He has a place to hide. The rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air give Little Sister a scare. Good-bye streets, good-bye human deceit. Man and God and the celestial cattle prod. Home of the brave, land of the free! After this final spending spree just be happy with a tree. The shade will be good even under Luke's crooked wood. Sortie #32, en route to the mission area somewhere over the Norwegian Sea Tuesday, June 19, 1984