|Wellington loaded with emergency rations for Japanese workers in Burma. Note the thoughtful provision of hexy (left) for heating the rations (right)|
This is the page for the WELLINGTON Bomber.
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The quirks and capabilities of the WW2 Wellington medium bomber are nicely summed up by the following song:
To the tune of "Bless 'em all":
"Worry me, worry me,
Wellingtons don't worry me.
Oil-chewing bastards with flaps on their wings,
Buggered-up pistons and buggered-up rings,
The bomb-load is so fucking small
Four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck-all,
There'll be such a commotion when we're over the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, fuck 'em all.
They say that the Japs have a very fine kite,
That we're no longer in