No Bullets Fly
From down below an enemy spottedSo hurry up rearm and refuelBut through the bomber's damaged airframeSee wounded men scared to the bone
Look to the right and then look againAnd see the enemy in the eyeNo bullets fly spared by his mercyEscorted outOut of harms way
Fly, fighting fairIt's the code of the airBrothers, Heroes, Foes
Killing machineHonour in the skyB-17 flying homeKilling machineSaid goodbye to the cross he deserved
He risked his life two times that dayTo save an unknown enemyEscort to safety out of the kill zoneA short salute then departed
Fly, fighting fairIt's the code of the airBrothers, Heroes, Foes
Killing machineHonour in the skyB-17 flying homeKilling machineSaid goodbye to the cross he deserved