No Bullets Fly

From down below, one enemy spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel But through the bomber's damaged air frame See wounded men, scared to their bone Look to the right and then look again And see the enemy in the eye No bullets fly, spared by his mercy Escorted out, out of harm's way "Fly, fighting fair" It's the code of the air Brothers, heroes, foes! Killing machine Honour in the skies! B-17 Flying home! Killing machine Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved He risked his life two times that day To save an unknown enemy Escort to safety, out of the kill zone A short salute, then departed "Fly, fighting fair" It's the code of the air Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine Honour in the skies! B-17 Flying home! Killing machine Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved "Fly, fighting fair" It's the code of the air Brothers, heroes, foes! Killing machine Honour in the skies! B-17 Flying home! Killing machine Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved