They have an absolute duty
To fight until exhausted
They are the guardians
The enemy refuses to fall
For they are dutybound
As well
But one side has to be right
The B-17s never relent
They are called to fight
And whether they live
In the service of their people
They answer with flight
One after another they drop bombs
To destroy the ability
Of the enemy to resist
One or more might fall from the sky
The enemy is not toothless
Nor her weapons unable
The bombers will be back tomorrow
The cost might be in blood
The results might be sorrow
They fight
They fly
They are guardians
