3 acessos
The morning came like a new born son
Some of them wished it had never come
Boys not men, the chosen few
To die with honour was all they knew
Families and friends waved their last goodbyes
As the bright morning sun
'Hid them from their eyes
Only the sound of engines droned
Flying overhead
On their missions doomed
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lying in wait
On their countdown to zero
Somewhere in the mist
On that far horizon
Too far from home, only one destination
Smoke and flames as the first one strikes
Complete surprise as they wake from the night
Waves rushing in more than ten feet high
Zero’s of death
Drop down from the sky
Each one a weapon
And an unknown hero
Lying in wait
On their countdown to zero
To return meant death
By the owners hand
To have failed in disgrace at the emperors command
Standing proud in the shadow of that rising sun
The ghost of those heroes
A complete unknown