You must remember this
That flak don't always miss
And one of you may die.
The fundamental thing applies
As flak goes by---
And When the fighters come
You hope you're not the one
To tumble from the sky
The odds are always too damned high
As flak goes by---
110's and 210's knocking at your gate
Come on you jokers, come on kill that rate
And should a bomb hang, salvo don't wait
The targets passing by---
It's still the same old story
A tale that's too damned gory
Some brave men have to die
The odds are always high
As flak goes by.
- Anonymous
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