Ode To a Dead Pilot

Ode To A Dead Pilot The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired. Weapons of destruction aer better turned around. Point them at the darkness and then frown. Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew. A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold; other than the flag of his own country I am told. Place your thoughts above on things where Christ does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD. Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old. There was once a MAN who was once a boy. He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard: Great engines sucking air into intakes, and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel a man does NOT bail out... but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian. Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas. When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due. I want to hear everyone in Heaven say, 'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he became a MAN today. I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places, as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus, to ensure the best proclivity of mass production. The wreckage of an aeroplane. Charles Hice