Final Goodbye
In the quiet of his room, a veteran sits,
A pilot once, chasing skies, thrilling fits.
Childhood dreams of wings, an epic tale,
Of flight in youth, in the sun's warm trail.
In his youth, love took a graceful flight,
Dreams of soaring, in the sun's warm light.
Air force beckoned, a call profound,
Black Hawk pilot, in duty's hallowed ground.
Became a pilot, soared with pride,
Medvac missions, where valor resides.
Through clouds and storms, his journey found,
A warrior’s mission with courage crowned.
Yet illness struck, a cruel twist of fate,
Clipped his wings, at hell’s gate
Lonely echoes in the rotor's hum,
Broken spirit, a war-worn drum.
Each helicopter, a reminder stark
Of skies untamed, spirit growing dark
Longing to become an Eagle, to soar above the gale
Each engine’s roar, a haunting wail.
Veterans Day came, in uniform he's clad
Reaching for a souvenir, memories sad,
A gun, the last memento held.
A symbol of a story, silently spelled,
In solitude, he yearns for flight,
An Eagle's dance in the boundless light.
Through tear-streaked eyes, he looks above,
Recalls the skies, his crew, his love.
A silent salute to dreams shattered, lost
On his chapped lips he feels the frost
A fatal shot rings in the crisp air
A final goodbye to a life etched in despair
Maxwell O’Reilly
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