General Regrets
  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 letter
  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 death?
  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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Terry Bowden
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