Airforce Days
My Airforce Days
The days were long, the nights were cold,
I was an airman in the medical fold.
I served my country with pride and grace,
With every step, a soldier's pace.
The roar of jets, the smell of fuel,
A rush of adrenaline, my heart was full.
I tended to the wounded and the ill,
With care and compassion, my heart was still.
The companionship and the brotherhood,
Will never be forgotten, as long as I stood.
I have left the department and moved on,
But the memories will forever live on.
With every step I take in this age,
A child yesterday and now turns a sage,
The lessons learned, the bonds made,
Will forever be etched in my heart, never to fade.
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