Air Gunners

Air Gunners

Three verse poem concerning air gunners.

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AIR GUNNERS

On Mother Earth they walked with pride,
Up in the air they fought and died.
They are no more. The Service sees
No further use now for AGs.
Their time is past, their day is o'er,
And we shall see them nevermore;
In modern aircrews there will be
No Tail-End Charlie or WOp/AG

A little box will now compute
How, when and where and what to shoot;
So we invent, advance adjust,
As every modern Air Force must.
And little boxes will succeed
In firing guns in time of need.
But air-crew they can never be
Like Tail-End Charlie and WOp/AG

And little boxes cannot breed
The kind of men they supersede;
The men whose place in history
Inviolate will always be.
And when the rolls of fame unfold,
And tales of valour are retold,
Full many a story there will be
Of Tail-end Charlie WOp/AG

Harry Whittaker