by Commander Gerald Coffee, Hanoi, 1968
We toast our faithful comrades
Now fallen from the sky
And gently caught by God's own hand
To be with Him on high.
To dwell among the soaring clouds
They knew so well before
From dawn patrol and victory roll
at Heaven's very door
And as we fly among them there
We're sure to hear their plea
"Take care me friend, Watch your six
And do one more roll... Just for me"
3 comments:
That's beautiful.
Yah. Thats how we roll. :D
*sniffle*
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