We are the men that no longer fly
Britain's flag in warfare combat.
Forced to stand back and hope
our comrades fill in the gaps.
The RAF badge stripped from our breast
Like a throbbing heart
Pulsating with the vigour of patriotism.
Each beat pounds like the distant bullet
That plagues our daily thoughts.
The repeated cud, the indigestible reality.
Each drop of blood re-marks the trail
Of World War One faded stains.
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