He turned, saw the landed Defiant,
And a gathering crowd.
He sensed the unbearable silence,
As they stood with heads bowed.
He ran to where airmen were lifting
A boy from the plane;
He could see at a glance any medic
Would be summoned in vain.
No point in regret at assigning
The gunner his place;
Instead he was focused upon
Whispered words; ashen face.
There were those with the devil's own luck
When they took to the skies;
And those where the Fates were less kind,
Like this lad with grey eyes.
There he stayed for those few fleeting minutes;
His last ones on earth.
Well aware just how much
Every brief, precious second
A/N: Inspired by a scene in "Biggles Sweeps the Desert"