GUNNERS IN THE LIGHTS
A mechanic from a garage, A fellow from a farm, . - Another from a boot shop, All spring to our alarm. One hundred men and twenty odd On duty here at nights, We used to be civilians, Now we’re gunners in the Lights.
We laid out all the stations And we mowed off all the grass, We painted the equipment, And we polished all the brass. We’ve turned out for our co-op, While it pelted down with rain, If the need should come to-morrow We’d do it all again. But the days are nearly over When we’ll operate the lights, For the Waacs have come to join us In this battle for our rights. Soon they will be our gunners, And they’ll have to learn to 1 "do, What we were taught more grimly Back in nineteen forty-two.. But memories of our stations We always shall retain, The times we put the beam up But couldn’t find the plane. No. 5 has lost his carbons, ' The listeners never “On,” The spotters did a snigger, While the sergeant did his scone.
A gunner in the Ack Ack, The lowest of the low, . Two years without promotion, And we -never met the foe. But now that we are going We didn’t want those stripes! For we’re really rather proud to be Just Gunners in the Lights.
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Flak, Volume 1, Issue 6, 28 May 1943, Page 3
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