Final Flight

Family and friends gathered to pay homage to a hero today, As a gallant airman was laid to rest 'neath hallowed clay. He volunteered to defend freedom and his beloved nation. He proudly wore the uniform, feeling it his solemn obligation. He was just an ordinary man performing extraordinary deeds, Serving humankind regardless of their race or creeds. It can never be said that his sacrifice was made in vain; Because of such patriots, brotherhood will ever reign. The honor guard rendered the twenty-one gun salute as one. The plaintive notes of "Taps" honored him for laurels won. The Commander presented the flag to his son on bended knee. He clutched it to his breast - the little man was only three. The sound of freedom was heard again in this great nation. Four fighter jets screamed above in precise formation. To honor an airman who placed national destiny above his own, To ensure that our liberties would never be overthrown! One plane soared heavenward toward that vast celestial dome, Symbolically escorting a Peacemaker's soul to its eternal home. God embraced him and placed upon his brow a regal crown, Saying, "Son, you've served Me and My people with great renown!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved) This poem was based on a true incident that occured at Luke AFB, AZ a few years ago. Someone complained about the noise the jet planes made at this brave man's funeral in the local paper. The Commander responded to the article explaining the situation. I sent a copy of this poem to the Commander, Lt Col Scott Pleus, and he sent a very gracious note to me expressing his thanks and appreciation.