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
Borders.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.
8 comments
Zoomie fly-boy, huh? Nah man, it’s all good. Thanks for your service in the skies. I dare not write a poem about my time in the army, hell, end up being a horror story/power ballad crossover or some shit haha.
But hey, thanks for sharing. May you remain “always vigilant.”
Wow, thanks for the simple “Thank You.” I usually either get a:”Isn’t that wasting your life?” Or: “You really serve for the stupid government?”
Thanks so much.
No problems mate. Us servicemen understand each other well, civvies will never really understand. And I don’t care what colour your uniform is, we all bleed red, right?
Thank god someone said it.
I don’t need an army to protect me from the world. Where can I opt out?
Soon, we’ll need an army to protect us from the armies…
“Yo dawg, we heard you like wars? So we put a platoon in your platoon so you can battle while you battle.”
-X, pimper of rides, circa AD2008
lol… way to keep it light. 😉