[CaP bUsTa]

The Hour is Go
By Francis J. Turner
One's eyes close tight and families fade
when going to war which evil men made.
Though anxious and frightened we dont let it show
for the day is approaching, when the Airborne must go.

Each day now rolls past, we wait just the same,
but D-Day is near, and for this we all came.
The hour grows near, each man feels it inside,
and soon we'll be falling, with nowhere to hide.

Our eyes are now down and the chatter the same,
each weapon now loaded no longer a game.
Eagles gather round and bow your heads low,
Europe awaits, and the hour is go.

Planes rumble past as we wait for our turn,
to fly over waters we have yet to each earn.
Checked buckles and straps left nothing to chance,
The jumpmaster stands, calls "Welcome to France"

Flak turns to fire in the blackest of night,
too low, too fast, cant jump from this height.
There's no turning back, the risk has been taken,
Free fall into hell, paratroopers forsaken.

Eagles hold tight, scattered prayers to survive,
We'll hit the ground soon whether dead or alive.
A feet touch the ground each soldier turns on,
Confusion and fear are beaten and gone.

The enemy is close and sad they dont know,
the Airborne is here, it's time they must go.
The hour is now, Hilter's had his last chance,
on St. Michaels wings, we're taking back France.

This is the poem in the spearhead intro and written in the back of the game instructions, its my fav war poem.