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I was only 9 years old
I loved Harris so much, I had all the merchandise
I pray to Harris every night, thanking him for defeating the Nazis
"Bomber Harris," I say, "do it again"
My dad hears me and calls me a partisan
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Harris
I called him a Wehraboo
He gassed me and told me to go to sleep
I'm crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and it's really cold
I feel a warmth move towards me
I feel someth
Bomber Harris, do it againing touch me
It's Harris
I am so happy
He whispers into my ear, "God save the King"
He grabs me with his Avro Lancaster
I'm ready
I open my bomber bay for Harris
He drops bombs
It hurts but I do it for Harris
I feel the bombs exploding as my eyes water
I push against the bombs
I want to please Harris
He sips his tea as he fills my butt with bombs
My dad walks in
Harris looks him in the eye and says "Never was so much owed by so many to so few"
He flies out in his Lancaster