The battle plan was optimal
flight plans seemed so logical
Who sent our finest to their death?
Too soon to be immortal
too soon to fly the cross
Who sent these airmen to their death?
Now there's nothing left
Send wives and mothers the form
Oh how we regret, (how we regret)
Nothing we can do to make it better
No way to console you in your loss
Who sent these young men to their
Ready to give their all
Ready to defend their own.
As our planes began to fall
Young lives were on the menu
Nothing but static on the phone
How could this happen to our best?
How could I send them to their death?
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