Ace Poems
Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen
Esposo
There was little time for romance.
Allied bombers attacked.
Ferocious battles where death ruled.
Otto led his squadron to stop them.
They had to be victorious.
He had to beat win.
All would be lost if they failed.
It was a contest.
Like his earlier one in love.
Blue sky formed a balance.
Cold blooded and utterly merciless.
Otto killed without thinking.
Almost a robot.
This was different from Russia.
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