The Women Who Defied the Times and Took to the Skies: The Squadron of Death
Ho 'tis the Squadron of Death you see
Riders of the wind are we;
Clouds like castle turrets high
Are our playgrounds of the sky.
Happy landings, S.O.D.
May they always three points be,
May the eagles' path be ours
To while away our leisure hours
With loop the loops and tailspins gay,
Happy landings for ever and aye.
Contact, a roar, and a whirling of props,
Then we're off and and then we're up
Swiftly where the eagles fly,
Where the cloud banks drift and lie.
- Julia Feiling, Squadron of Death member