We are Just on Loan
It was just another day in Viet Nam for our
Huey crew, not knowing today we would be picked up with a shovel. This
would be our last time to fly, for today we were to die.
We flew low in the Viet Nam sky, radio
played Harper Valley P.T.A. Then a call we heard, a soldier was hit below.
"This is Two One we have it," the pilot said. "Red smoke in site at two
O'clock". Rotor blades popped as the pilot banked right. This L.Z. is Hot!
The gunners fire as metal of death hits our
Huey. "I'm hit," the pilot cried as he tried to fly. A voice was heard
from above," Two One your on FIRE"! Our Huey crashes in a big flame, our
final day had came.
We were put in a rubber bag and sent
home. Our loved ones received a box covered with a flag. For many
years we had no place to go. But as for me; in 1982 I found a home, on a
black wall made of stone in Washington D.C. There I waited to see you
and the son you carried for me.
One hot day in 1984 you came to touch my
name, I heard you tell my son there with you ,that this is your dad. He
is big and in his teens, looks like me; he has the same color of hair and
eyes I once had, this I can see, plus my ears. You are still so pretty and
full of life. No please don't cry! You know I never could stand to see
your tears. Who is that guy with you, holding your hand? Your wedding band
is not the one I bought you. Oh; I see now, you have a new man. You know
that's good, it's ok with me. I can see he is a kind man and cares for you
and our son.
I know you have to go, it's getting dark. I
hope all of you come back some day. Don't worry about me, I'm here with my
crew. I am never alone. There are many of us fly boys here my dear.
Some were picked up with a shovel like me.
Some were washed from their Huey with a hose. That's the way it was to be
you know. There is one thing I want you to know. I was put on earth only
as a loan, to you from GOD. We are all just on loan, for some day GOD
calls us all home.
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