When the last checklist is run and the sorties are done I will reminisce of the days I once knew, I will not remember the 3 am alerts but only that I flew. I will never forget when nature became angry and challenge my intrepid crew, and I'll
always remember the fear I felt and the pride in knowing I flew. I will
remember the sights my mortal eyes have seen colored by
multitudes of hues, those beautiful lights on warm rainy nights seen only by those who flew.



















God was extremely good to me and let me touch his face, he saw my crew through war and peace and blessed us with his grace. So when I stand at Saint Peter's Gate and tell him that I'm new, I know he'll smile and welcome me because he knows
I FLEW!