a few months ago, I wrote a poem. Here it is now:
For I am Civil Air Patrol. No single word can
Describe who I am, what I do or what I
Sacrifice at such a young age…there is no phrase
That can sum up what we do. We sacrifice
Ourselves for the needy, the misfortunate
And grieving. We cross boundlessly across
Dead and barren terrain, hopelessly searching
For one soul. We receive no pay. No special
Treatment. No acclaim. We simply fight.
Fight for freedom and tranquility within our
For I am Civil Air Patrol.
The blood we’ve spilt within 72 years is
Tremendous. Over 300 lost, searching
For far less then that. We’ve learned to lead.
Within our own nation. To shape up our
Communities. Our families. Our nation.
For I am Civil Air Patrol…
I feel, while I’m still depressed, and ready for death, I hope it happens serving under the civil air patrol’s flag. And I hope I go out with a bang.