I was born one day,
high up in the sky,
and there I shall meet my death.
It may come today,
or a month or a year from now,
but I will meet my end,
way up there.
Chorus
I shall meet my maker,
up in the sky,
trying to meet my foe,
he may be a lucky shot,
he may be a killer,
but he shall take my life away from me.
The year is 1941,
yet the war is still far from won,
but I won’t live to see 1943,
for some kraut will take my life from me.
Chorus
May They Rest In Peace
CPL. Nathan Glass, Royal Canadian Air Cadets
(Yes, I wrote this one myself)