Weather observation plane Has called to 'Enola Gay' 'Boy' 's prepared to pain Fair weather, the sky's clear 'Straight Flesh' has been here Left this vapor trail Twelve members of the crew Execution will be soon They'll be in the news Paranoia in the minds Flying Fortress in the sky It's the day of doomĪnd now 'Enola Gay' is on Its way The black wings, the bomb of the fate So see her captain is caught in his pride The demons of hell, the dark in their light 'My God,' he asked himself, 'what have we done?' (special report, 'Hiroshima: August 6, 1945') Then he turned away to write in his journal. Lewis said he could taste atomic fission it tasted like lead. 'Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!' exclaimed the co-pilot, Robert Lewis, pounding on Tibbets's shoulder. The city was hidden by that awful cloud.boiling up, mushrooming.' For a moment, no one spoke. Paul Tibbets, the pilot of the Enola Gay, the B-29 that dropped the first atomic bomb. 'A bright light filled the plane,' wrote Lt.
