John and I got on the plane.. enlisted then to serve.. plane was out of gas.. Funny John spoke of ‘the nerve’.. ‘fine prelude to the Air Force’ he said tongue in cheek.. a friend older wiser.. thus I did not speak..
Cross Pacific waters in a two engine plane.. propellers turned fuel was burned.. flight level was maintained.. through air pockets fast as rockets up and down we bounced.. women children.. men of war calm courage every ounce..
From Hawaii on to Wake.. then Guam’s Coral land.. onto Asian beaches with the whitest cleanest sand.. paper thin the waves came in different but the same.. as the West Coast beaches of my home by any name..
There are stories of each march for country love and war.. heroes coming home in boxes.. they would march no more.. Johnny quick with joke and brave as brave as any be.. took a bullet with no name.. he won’t come home with me..
Blow you horns of plenty cornucopia of love.. blow you angels singing peace true as stars above.. blow you wonder typhoon storms that I have flown through.. sing you songs story you screens of freedom ringing true..
Lover give your all to those who care in empathy.. cover up and lie will never keep what sure must be.. love my woman grateful living song.. rhymes living free.. today I look at one dark place pray deep and honestly..
for those who gave their everything.. did not come home with me..
For my brothers on Memorial Day.. Peace Tony