The fighter plane would search for other planes,
It would do this as a mission as it trains,
The mission was simply to search and destroy,
Neighbouring planes and ship convoy,
Thrusting forward through the air,
With spirit, energy and extraordinary flair.
The red-orange night skies were dark and gloomy,
Flying over the green seas so expanse and roomy.
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