12/16/2025
"WHEN THE LAST BOMB GOES HOME... "
"Some dawn, our orders will come in.
"In the mist and the half light, we'll 'bomb up' as always. Strap on our parachutes. Take our places. Buckle our safety straps.
"Once again...familiar thunder will burst about our ears as the motors are gunned and the props bite bright circles in the air. Under our rumbling wheels the runway will tremble. Once more, the long driving rush and roar as we take to the sky!
"Some day, the cross-hairs of my sight will center a target. And at the cry 'Bombs away," the last train will leave the bay and the last bomb will begin its long curved run to earth.
"And in its dull, exploding echoes, I shall hear the sullen crumble of walls, the crash of falling masonry and shattering glass, as the very name of the last stronghold of hate and lust and tyranny is purged for ever from the world in one final burst of flame!
"Then I'll turn homeward in the dusk. Home to my country, home to my town where I want unchanged, just as I left it, everything that is America to me. Everything! I hope they haven't even fixed the fence where the third picket from the gate was missing!
"Out here, America has come to mean just this to me...where I can live the way my folks and I have always lived...a country where there's work to do, where no one is ashamed to work, where there are no limits on a man's ambition or his opportunity to go as far as ability can take him-to grow as great as he wants to be. What-ever you do, don't change that, ever! I know now that's what I'm fighting for!"
Taken from an advertisement for Nash-Kelvinator Corporation - Detroit, Mich.
National Geographic - August, 1943