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.