Hades Squadron

By Harry Brown

The world seemed covered with dripping mist

With walls of dismal gray.

Even the plane seemed to resist

When pulled from the hangar that day.

 

But everything was soon on board

And my walk-around begun.

Then I fired it up and taxied toward

My rendezvous with fun.

 

The mags were checked, prop in low pitch

My full run-up was done.

Controls were free-the mixture rich.

I began my take-off run.

 

I lifted the nose and became airborne

Into the overcast.

When that eerie mist was suddenly torn

And I found myself in the past.

 

And I was flying a P-38

Stacked in an echelon right.

Hades Squadron was tempting fate

And looking for a fight.

 

We were at angels twenty and my Blue Flight

Was lined-up covering the rear.

So I knew that things would be alright

And I had no sense of fear.

 

I saw some faces I hadn't seen

For forty years or so.

Including some that departed this scene

A long, long time ago.

 

There was old Nick to lead the way

And then Houseworth appeared.

Then Hedrick and Allen and Wenige

With his blonde mustache and red beard.

 

And then Kirby, Willie Haning and Johnny Hood

Each man a real hero

Who fought with all the strength he could

Against a vicious foe.

 

Those wondrous warriors that I knew

Like Harris and Tom McGuire

Champlin and Monk-Czarnecki too

Verle Jeff and Gronemeyer.

 

And those who lead my element

Each one a friend of mine

Red Herman and Mankin and Francis Lent

And Lewis and Pappy Cline.

 

But the mist soon began to thin

And my friends to fade away

And I found out that I had been

But an instant along the way.

 

And then I broke completely clear.

In the brilliance of the dawn

All those scenes of yesteryear

And all my friends were gone.

 

And so I felt a moment's pain

When returned to reality.

And I hoped I'd see them all again

And that they'd fly with me.

 

For the bonds of friendship that were wrought

On an anvil of adversity

Were forged forever as we fought

In the skies so valiantly.

 

Hark! Do you hear it?-the thundering roar

of engines in the sky?

Someday I want forevermore

To be where those brave men fly.

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