ENOLA GAY "A bright light filled the plane," wrote Lt. Col. Paul Tibbets, the pilot of the Enola Gay, the B-29 that dropped the first atomic bomb. "We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud...boiling up, mushrooming." For a moment, no one spoke. Then everyone was talking. "Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!" exclaimed the co-pilot, Robert Lewis, pounding on Tibbets's shoulder. Lewis said he could taste atomic fission; it tasted like lead. Then he turned away to write in his journal. "My God," he asked himself, "what have we done?" (special report, "Hiroshima: August 6, 1945")
Weather observation plane Has called to “Enola Gay” “Boy” ‘s prepared to pain Fair weather, the sky’s clear “Straight Flesh” has been here Left this vapor trail Twelve members of the crew Execution will be soon They’ll be in the news Paranoia in the minds Flying Fortress in the sky It’s the day of doom
And now “Enola Gay” is on Its way The black wings, the bomb of the fate So see her captain is caught in his pride The demons of hell, the dark in their light
It’s 8.14 “Bi san” opens its hatch Rage without a cage The bomb’s falling down Onto peaceful town Turning to the grave Pawl Tibbets Jr. Doing his daring manoeuvre To return to port A gray mushroom’s getting up Fire’s burning in its heart There’s a devil’s core
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Lava’s flowing in grain Smoke and thunder blows rained Nothing can remain This apocalyptic view Wave of blow’s getting through Everybody’s insane Thousands of peaceful people They are fallen in twinkle The tragedy is so real Apotheosis of the win It’s a shame, isn’t it Menaces are tripled
And now “Enola Gay” is on Its way The black wings, the bomb of the fate So see her captain is caught in his pride The demons of hell, the dark!