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WAR MOTHER'S PRAYER
War of the air keep safe my son
Till he returns his duty done
From shrapnel shell, from fire and blast
Protect his plane until the last
Bequeath to him a courage fine
To brace him in the firing line
Make straight his aim, make keen his eye
Make brave his heart to free the sky
O Lord Almighty, Lord of Air
Keep thou his mind from dark despair
Heal Thou his nerve so sorely tried
By strain of war and friends who died
And grant to me when war is done
The blessed sight of this my son
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Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead
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