A Naval Aviator’s Heaven (h/t to JAWA)
And songs about flying and dying are sung,
Where you’d see all the shipmates you’d served with before,
And they’d call out your name, as you came thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad
And then thru the mist you’d spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he’d taught you to fly.
He’d nod his old head and grin ear to ear,
And say, “Welcome shipmate, I’m pleased that you’re here!
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They’ve come here at last to be safe and afar
From the government clerk and the management czar,
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good old boys
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A Naval Aviator’s Heaven
I'm finally trying to make it through the 1,300+ comments on Whisper's Open Thread at Lex's. Came across this on page 3.