The Air Gunner

The Air Gunner

Describes his pride in being a gunner and wanting to do his very best.

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[Drawing – gun turret]
The Air Gunner
If I must be a Gunner
Then please Lord grant me Grace;
That I may leave this station
With a smile upon my face.

I may have wished to be a pilot,
And you along with me,
But if we all were pilots
Where would the Air Force be?

It takes GUTS to be a gunner,
To sit out in the tail,
When the Messerschmitts are coming,
And the slugs begin to wail.

The pilot’s just a chauffeur,
It’s his job to fly the plane;
But its WE who do the fighting,
Though we may not get the fame

But we’re here to win a war,
And until this job is done
Let’s forget our personal feelings
And get behind the gun.

If we must all be gunners,
Then let us make this bet;
We’ll be the best damn gunners
That have left this station yet!