377 The white cliffs of old England slip behind. Cloud ceiling, 2,000 ft., Good for hide and seek. Visibility below, grand. Enemy coast—quite clear. Now into the cloud Till we're over the target— Down we go: there it is Munitions Train! A big one!! "Follow me, Mac." Grey uniforms running— Driver and fireman look up; They jump. Now for it—Brrr-rr. Got the engine first burst. Hiss of escaping steam, Explosion! Jerry starts firing. That won't stop Mac. In he comes Down the whole length Cannons blazing More explosions .