THE GREAT ESCAPE
by Anton Wills-Eve
Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write
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The Great Escape
I remember the helicopter being hit,
Forcing us downwards in a spin.
Six of us on board, all scared to death,
Each one feeling his fear begin
To take control of heart and mind,
About to discover who was brave or yellow
Or just a normal, petrified young man,
Voice barely heard above the engines’ bellow.
Jim, the pilot, gave in to his panic first
As we brushed the jungle trees below.
He screamed “ I can’t, I can’t just let me out’,
Undid his harness and jumped. I’ll never know
Whether he lived or died because all I cared
Was whether I could fly the chopper in his place.
The others pushed me into Jim’s empty seat
As I tried to focus on the controls before my face.
Fred, the comic of our little band,
Then lost the plot as he deliberately blew
His brains out and slumped across his gun.
Willy tipped his body out continuing to chew
Relentlessly on his soft, cool mint gum.
Somehow I kept us flying straight, though now
It was more by luck that we made it to a clearing
With room to land. “Someone, please tell me how!”
Side to side we swayed among the branches
Then Jeff screamed “Fire. Look, at the back.”
A burning stench took the breath from all of us.
Tony and I, in front, saw the oncoming attack,
Shells shattered our windscreen, blinded, Tony fell
Sideways into the jungle. My best buddy. Dead.
In hell I ceased to care about the guns or fire,
Save the others! But I ran out of time instead.
The chopper lurched smashing, side-on, into a tree;
Sheared in half, the rear exploded leaving me alone
Swinging from a branch by only my parachute cord.
I Looked down, the ground was miles away and a bone
Stuck crookedly out of my lower leg. “God take me,”
I remember praying out loud. Agonising pain and fear
Accompanied me, sliding downwards through the jungle.
The earth rushed up, and the ground was deathly near.
The last sound I heard,
Maybe the last word,
Was, “Nurse. Absurd!
“Not even a bird
Could survive that fall”.
But I did. After all,
All the dead can recall
Is a flag for a pall
And a lone bugle call.