Historie Mellemkrigstiden Flyvning Air Corps Sang

The U.S. Army Air Corps Sang

Af: Robert M. Crawford

White Cliffs of Dover

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see.

Truslen fra Luften

Den vigtigste Usikkerhedsfaktor i Verden i Dag er Truslen fra Luften.

Airman Forsees His Death

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;

Eagle of the U.S.A

Lindbergh stuck right to his post.
Making good his early boast,
As he flew from coast to coast.

Ny slagsang

It’s the roar and rattle of Freedom’s battle
That’s calling us over the sea,

Fald uden faldskærm

Det er blevet undersøgt og bekræftet af de tyske myndigheder, at den påstand, der er fremsat af sergent Alkemade, 1431537 RAP, om, at han faldt ned fra 6000 meters højde uden faldskærm og landede sikkert uden at komme til skade, i enhver henseende er i fuld overensstemmelse med sandheden.

I 1938 følte flere i det amerikanske Air Service, at våbnet havde brug for dets egen sang. Den 10. September 1938, blev der i Liberty Magazine udskrevet en konkurrence, hvor musikalske hustruer til officerer i US Army Air Service var dommere. Indenfor konkurrencens modtog panelet 800 sange, som alle blev kasserede. I juni 1939 hørte R. Crawford om konkurrencen og fik sin sang med i konkurrencen. Den 18. August 1939 gjorde assistant chief of the U.S. Air Corps sangen til official sang.

Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em boys, give 'er the gun (give 'er the gun now!)
Down we dive spouting our flame from under
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!

Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Hands of men blasted the world asunder;
How they lived God only knew! (God only knew then!)
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before And bombers galore. Hey! Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!

Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true;
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue! (Out of the blue, boy!)
Flying men, guarding the nation's border,
We'll be there, followed by more!
In echelon we carry on. Hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!