|"Wish me luck..."|
She waits In the late twilight, Shivering in the wind That scoops up Over the lip Of the chalk cliff. She waits, Listening to the Throb of the Wimpy’s engines As the squadron nears Her look-out post. She waits For a glimpse of a Gauntleted hand Waving at her eye level, The hand that caressed Now ready to trigger the tail guns. She waits, Keeping watch Ears straining to catch The returning flight, Waiting to count the returned And the missing. She waits Past the dawn... Waits for the missing... Waits... And waits... And waits.