As on mighty wings of fear they ride, All Despatchers fly with awesome pride, To drop supplies for Warriors lean, That fight the foe, in deep jungles green. Though every flight is death unseen, Yet, each Despatchers pride is very keen, For a job that gives him joy yet tears, With iron will to control his fears. They loaded full a Valetta plane, Enduring the sweat, and sometimes pain, Knowing their friends needed food and guns, Today, theyll do maybe three whole runs. Then the news comes through, to those at base, Plane has crashed, as in many a case, Pilot and crew may have lost their lives, With sad words then sent to Mums and wives. We wait in silence for any news Despatchers wait in rank and queues Then solemn comes the most dreaded sum, No one survived! Not ere a one. We stand in silence, bare heads now bowed, Many a tear falls in this tough crowd Their friends are lost, doing Army work, But work starts again; never to shirk. Golden Dakota on blue background, Men doing their job, no slacking found, With sheer guts, they go for the long ride, AD spells Courage, and Mighty Pride. 55 AD Wings of pride. Author: Leslie de la Haye. 30th January. 2008 (In memory of friends and comrades lost) aspiringpoets.yuku/
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