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6Th Airborne DivisionRain from the sky and the howl of the Early WarningBlack-out the sun! A call to arms, and an Empire dawning. Dive through the winds - Soldier on! - for the victory yearning; Flying blind through the flack and the attack and the swirl of the homelands burning. Fly on to victory - A re-assigned decree. Born Twenty-three-O-Five Nineteen and blessed Forty Three Godspeed to the hell-lands cursed, parched mouths for glories thirst. Into the maelstrom of certain death, through the garish flares of green. Trust in our hearts, though merely parts: Gears in Britannia's war machine. We wander lonely on storm-clouds - The sign of our Empire Emblazoned wings on shells of steel - Through force-10 winds of fire. All hails to God and King! a supplement to the British First. Soar like apocalyptic angels: Gale, Bols, Cassels, Stockwell - overlords of the air Command the Iron Bird to war and go where eagles dare. O'er hill and dale and crag : A silhouette of fear eight thousand strong Gliding on the light of the Union Flag. Spirits soar unto the heavens. Memorial, grave and tomb - superceded by the flash of light And the sound of the voice of Doom. Spirits soar unto the heavens. Just the arising battery and the ceaseless drum-fire falls. Cards are cast inscribed in blood: "It’s over for you all" This is no place for children, though the uniforms belie a blasphemy whilst bare-faced generals quail 'neath crimson skies. Scant memories of glories past, In silence do we mourn; And spirits howl over unmarked graves for a flag asunder torn. At the end of days - The hand that wounds - And the heart that to no-one yields; The light that blinds whilst red reminders bloom in Flanders fields |