363 If only we K for Kitty ... K for Kitty —'Mother's name— R for Robert There they go, airborne over the dear old fields of England ... now dim in the dusk— out over the North Sea a restless darkness beneath. Towards the enemy ... Weather worsens— thick cloud, rain like a wall. Lightning—on to Germany... and the target. Here we are ... Searchlights swinging, flak, tracer—it's thick; First run over the target. Back over. Here we go. Bombs gone! Fires ... explosions. We're hitting 'em—hard. Now for home.