Gashed and gored, her engines dying,
Over Borkum's sorry view
Came a wounded war-bird flying
To her doom , the airman knew.
So her pilot gave the order:
"Take to chutes and get away;
You can do no more aboard her."
"Captain, what of you?" "I stay".
Then awoke too deep to utter
Fell upon them, striking numb,
For they loved him - passed a mutter:
"All or no one - Captain come!"
"Till she sinks or lies in pieces,
"Pilots post is with his plane:
"Quick, bail out, her headway ceases!'
"Goodbye, comrades, I remain."
So they jumped he that higher
Rated duty of command
Than a youthful life, held by her,
Died in her for Fame and Land.
Place we his 'mid names we cherish
On that growing roll of worth,
As our pilots fall and perish -
Choicest corps in all the earth.
Fl/Lt. Count Tristan Edward Salazar shot down and killed with all his crew on the 25/26th June 1942. 14 OTU Hampden I P5312 GL-J3
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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