Barreling nearly straight down from the sky The first planes of the mass onslaught Were the fighters and dive-bombers And then a new sound gradually droned into our ears A sound deep - all encompassing, with no notes in it Just a gigantic faraway surge of doom-like sound It was the heavies, coming on With a terrible slowness in flights of twelve Three flights to a group - in groups stretched out across the sky I thought it would never end ...And then the bombs came