"The moonlight played (strayed) across the hanger doors
And splashed in patches on the concrete floors.
A flarepath glimmered on the aerodrome
A beacon flashed to guide the bombers home.
At last the night wind brought a sound
That muttered softly, swelled and then was drowned.
Then all ears were tuned to catch the sound anew.. ??
At last it came and quickly grew
The first dark shape of the returning band
With motors throttled back came in to land
Now warmly lit the mess was flooded through
With young men in dusty blue
Bright scarves and woollen sweaters
Everyone tried to speak at once......
goes on to describe absence of 'Jimmy'