To all those in my flight who inspired me to write this poem, thank you for making Flight 569 such an Honorary Honor Flight. :P We put ourselves in a prison like desert land. Stricken down and expected to stand. Tormented youre toiling and your skin feels like its boiling, But yet, youre expected to press on. Waking up in a hurry with your mind in a worry about what would come next. Waking up every day and you have no say of when you eat or shower Because you hold none of the power. Shut up and listen! Stand up straight at attention! Eventually, we all thought Sundays were Gods greatest invention. And as we stood, day in...day out... Our bodies were tired within and without but yet we pressed on. Zero week was horror. First week was hell. Second week was better, But third week we fell. Fourth week we picked ourselves up, And fifth week we stood. Sixth week we beasted like all Airmen should. Seventh week was stressful ill be the first to admit. But eighth week was glorious, Because we...did...it Boys in the beginning. Men in the end. Sworn with our lives our country to defend. Live for our right and die for our left, Making sure our freedom isnt prone to any theft Pushed into war with the weight of the nation on our shoulder. Gazing down our sights our stare couldnt get any colder, Because we know... That our fathers...and our mothers, Depend on us as brothers. To fight and protect. To stand tall and erect. To never back away, Or lead the world astray We’re American Airman and whether in blues or ABU’s, We represent the people who came before us. The people who first thought it was a good idea to die for their country. The same people who set the meaning to service before self, And died to put excellence in all they did. Now that we’ve finished, now that we’re done Now that they first stretch of our race has been run, We can go out and show the world what we’re all about. Each to his own way, each down his own route. But remember, and always keep in mind. That there is always a setting, place, and time for all the immaturities we came in with. Last but not least, take a little time to remember who you’re about to see; The smile on their face when they meet the person who you turned out to be: A Wingman, A Leader, A Warrior. You’re not weak. And you’re no longer frail. Never give up. And you’ll never falter.. And you will not fail.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 03:13:33 +0000
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