The W.OP/AG

The W.OP/AG

The wireless operator/ air gunner

A poem about the work done by a Wireless operator air gunner.

One handwritten sheet

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[underlined] The W.OP/A.G. [/underlined]

From far and near you often hear of a pilots skill and dare – But little is known of the W.OP/AG or why he's really there,
To be exact as a matter of fact he's the backbone of the crew – when you take into account the large amount of work he has to do.
He knows his job without a doubt and you really cant deny – when smashing at Huns with Browning Guns he's quite a handy guy.
He's needed too – returning home through nights as black as ink, His D/F readings guide the plane to safety oe'r [?] the drink.
And should a packet hit the plane and baling out begins – he knows he does'nt stand a chance so he just sits back and grins. And in his eyes before he dies is a glint of devil may care
Then he meets his fate in a burning crate – somehow – someplace – somewhere!
So when again you see a plane go sailing over the blue – Remember theres a W/OP aboard – and THANK GOD it is’nt you!

So heres to the men of the RAF and heres to the men that fly – And heres to the ruddy WOP/AG – Three cheers for the next one to die!