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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: B3YT on September 28, 2008, 06:51:23 AM
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it's a poem I thought of in my sleep , not sure where to post it so I thought here. It's probably not that good my first attempt .
The Pilot
Oh how we play in skies with no fear
our war birds scream and spit,
swoops and stall to keep our six clear
oh the fun we have this day
but least us not forget the men so true
who flew these beasts
they flew them in fear
anger
dread
not for fun or macho cred
they now line in perfect formation
line abreast in military best.
not in their birds of steel
but in pure white crosses under field
their work done for friend and kin
not for queen, country, or king
to save their friend in heat fight
no thought for their own life
least we forget those who are there
who still think of friends died
who think of missions old
of what they've done
of successes,
and of what can not be undone.
So as we play our silly game
Be you German, British , French or pole
Japanese , American , fin
or other home
Least we not forget
Least we not forget
:salute
please feel free to add
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Dwayne O'Brien - "We Remember"
http://www.airshowbuzz.com/videos/view.php?v=7455b62d
To those who had to fly and fight
who have served their countries in the sky
with a grateful heart and watchful eye
we remember...
And may the faithful proud machines
who bore the sword of freedom on their wings
be giv'n the honor such a burden brings
we remember...
Keep them flying
keep them flying
so that all who see them will know
that their freedom was won by the blood that flowed
and remember...
And all who've coursed through hostile skies
know that freedom requires a sacrifice
to those who've paid the highest price
we remember...
With a place of honor so deserved
for what flesh and blood and steel have earned
may the greatest glory be reserved
for the colors they so bravely served
Keep them flying
keep them flying
so that all who see them will know
that our freedom was won by the blood that flowed
and we remember...
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Never ever ever ever ever listen to Vogons reciting poetry. :D
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"...only God can make a tree, I will grant you, but only man can make a p47D"
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Never ever ever ever ever listen to Vogons reciting poetry. :D
i'm schooled by milton jennings.
"oh dead swan....".ect
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Golfer.... I never knew about 68KO.
Heros dont die, they grow wings!
Go with peace bro
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I just checked to make sure that I wasn't as crazy as I thought and I don't see a reference to 68KO anywhere in this thread...
Did you do further searching on ASB or did you get the info from somewhere else?
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Hard to beat Yeats:
"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death"
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
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My apologies bud..one too many beers. This video was among the ones that the above link went to from your post. Got a little disoriented over the topic. ::hiccup::
This link goes directly to it.
http://www.airshowbuzz.com/videos/view.php?v=873bfb4c (http://www.airshowbuzz.com/videos/view.php?v=873bfb4c)
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Strapped in tight, the switch is thrown
Im 30k and still at home
I talk to those I'll never see
like Im 8 foot tall
but 5 foot 3
Its 1 am and the neighbors see
the bluish glow from my PC
"What's he doing?" his wife may say
"He got vulched again, theres hell to pay"
Six hours in, and 2 beers remain
The wife ack thickens
I bear the pain
I just got HO'd and as I burn
I tell the guy he needs to learn
His smoke trail reminds me I HO'd him as well
But lets keep that between ourselves
Thirty kills and as many deaths
Its time to land this crate and rest
Reality rears its head in four
Another day, but I want more
A bud logs in, just one more flight
that turns to six
Its mornings light
Guess I'll call in sick today
I'll sleep till noon
and my wife will say
"I'm sick of this crap, you're going nowhere"
But I look at her with that 1000 yard stare
You see its hard to listen to her growl
'Cause A3 is in trouble,
the hoards on the prowl.
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