—That order’s a death decree!
—This is the way it must be.
—On the screen there’s no doubt:
Now they’re all flaming out.
—They’ve gone down into the sea.
Goodbye, My Friend
. One could transcend London
The war; on long walks, time I’d spend
Amid historic array...
—It is a hard day.
—Good-bye, my friend. —Good-bye, my friend.
Jack...this is Helen...hello?
There's no war! Don’t let the bombs go!
I've never lied to you...
You know that is true...
Jack...please answer me....No!
—When the hydrogen bombs ignite,
A shriek will report your plight;
As they drop to the ground...
—Explosions now sound!
The sky is lit up very bright....
We knew what this mission might be.
Only I touch the bomb control key,
And I fly the plane;
From these acts you refrain—
The dream! The matador! Me!