I wrote this poem as a tribute to the brave men who volunteered to fight for the English when they were in desperate need of assistance. I hope I have done an adequately to show my appreciation for these men, and the sacrifices they made in the defense of liberty. In the course of doing research for a History paper I came across many poems from World War II that have never been published, and was contemplating posting them here, please let me know what you think about, and I will make my final decision based on whether or not people want to read them.

When Eagles Flew.

Warm summer day,

I doze in deck chair by dispersal

We are a dozen here,

Waiting for the fateful sound,

To send us running,

To separate us from ground.

We heeded the call

When friends were in need,

Long before FDR and Co.

Thought it prudent to join the fray

We help our Royal friends,

To who in turn we are Eagles.

Cling-Clang, Cling-Clang, Cling-Clang

I spring to my feet,

'Squadron Scramble!'

Sends us running

To our trusty mounts,

To overpower gravity,

And meet the Kondor up above.

There were not many of us,

But we answered the call.

And all summer long, the enemy knew,

They were in trouble when Eagles flew

We find them high above the ground,

Big beasties and small fiends,

Yellow and molted gray.

They don't see us yet, we head upsun,

Down we go and fall upon them,

Tacka-tacka-tacka,

Metal sheers from frame,

Down the Kondor goes in flames.

Leviathans discourage their deadly load,

Some have fallen, some will return,

But when they do, the know,

They fly where Eagles do.

All summer long they come in droves

And day after day we rise to meet the challenge,

Of the iron gauntlet thrown at our feet,

Standing fast, briefly as the last

To hold the flame of Liberty.

All summer long we met them in the skies above,

Some friends left, and new ones came,

But we held our own, just the same.

One day no more bombers showed, and

Fighters stayed home.

Then we knew our job was done

The Battle of Britain had been won.

Now we lay in dieing light,

And remember how we joined the fight,

Soon we know our time shall come,

But we served our time,

When above Britain,

Eagles flew.