A Day In the Life 1957

Standing here feeling the constancy of the trade winds blowing my hair around I marvel at the bright whiteness of the birds flying in their madly screaming love of life Again I try to focus on one. It’s a futile task for even my young eyes How they can go through these intricate maneuvers without colliding is amazing The tarmac is white with their waste and once more I thank them for their consideration Soon I too will be aloft flying in the false darkness of a super Constellation radar patrol plane Watching Russian “trawlers” and the “whales” that sometimes accompany them We’ve used them as navigational aids on the way back from the Aluetians to this white sand dot called Midway Their constant patrolling has helped many a time when the day clouds in and Nav can’t get a sunline. The same two eyes that can’t keep up with a gull have found us the way home. Scope doping, manning a line of defense, flying thru all weather conditions, a wall of planes, ten eyes each ,doing sentry duty in relative comfort Days of boredom seconds of terror It improves my poolgame plays hell with my poker skills (folding sucks) and makes 3 2 beer taste okay while we play soft ball awaiting the next flight Three more then it’s back to Honolulu What will it be like remembering these perfect beaches and awesome sunsets when I’m old and forty Will this Elvis rock still be around? I wonder if England has any country singers Nah! Who’d under stand them?