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I was cruising down the Yalu, doin' 6 & 20 per when a call came from the Major, «oh won't you save me, sir got 3 flak holes in my wingtips & my tanks ain't got no gas mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MIGs on my ass»

I shot my traffic pattern, & to me it looked alright the air speed read 130, I really racked it tight then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze «mayday mayday mayday, spin instructions please»

It was Split-S on my bomb run, & I got too Goddamned low but I pressed that bloody button, & I let those babies go sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall now I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall

then they sent me down to PyongYang, the brief said «no ack ack» by the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak then my engine coughed & sputtered, it was too cut up to fly «mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die»

I bailed out from the Saber, & the landing came out fine with my E & E equipment, I made for our front line then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it the Goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit

И таки да, в песне нет ни которого вранья :3 От того что на 130 узлах дрыгатель не тянул никак, до того что профиль крыльев был в общем-то говняный.

I was cruising down the Yalu, doin' 6 & 20 per when a call came from the Major, «oh won't you save me, sir got 3 flak holes in my wingtips & my tanks ain't got no gas mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MIGs on my ass»

I shot my traffic pattern, & to me it looked alright the air speed read 130, I really racked it tight then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze «mayday mayday mayday, spin instructions please»

It was Split-S on my bomb run, & I got too Goddamned low but I pressed that bloody button, & I let those babies go sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall now I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall

then they sent me down to PyongYang, the brief said «no ack ack» by the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak then my engine coughed & sputtered, it was too cut up to fly «mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die»

I bailed out from the Saber, & the landing came out fine with my E & E equipment, I made for our front line then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it the Goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit