Commons
(To a wonderful Aussie officer who worked with us, who we all sorely miss -he's back in Australia)
A spirited Aussie in a fast thing,
slicing through air in a wild land in which renewed comfort is found.
Gone are the days in the land much foreign to his own,
toiling for months to remedy intricacies reigning a thousand years.
A smirk, a hat, blinding wit, and a captivation defines him,
to the ones who sadly he left behind…
Written in Afghanistan -25 AUG 2013
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