Barely encountered life
But found a skill in combat
So he entered the war
As a pilot of a biplane
Using his guns and aim
To hunt the warriors
Of the black cross
A hero but also
He had the mind of a poet
Writing his poetry in the sky
By making other pilots die
Until he was slain
And never returned home
To his parents
"Won't it be nice when all this beastly killing is over, and we can enjoy ourselves and not hurt anyone? I hate this game." Albert Ball
