Flying Top Gun
He took flight into the runway setting sun
Knowing he had avoided his last medical
And as the tumor burst
Rendering him comatose
So he couldn't eject
He knew
He would never return
This was an end of duty
But a noble way to die
For a Pilot who was listless without the sky as companion
Better a death in the sky
Than to peter out
In a hospital bed
Surrounded by pity
It's a good day to die
I only wish I had a worthy adversary to battle
Not this falling body of a shell
If I don't kill
Will tear itself apart
Yellow bellowing pain
I seek glory not shame
I hope you understand
This is my doing
My choice
Remember me not as missing
But as with like minded friends
Reminiscing about old times
A Pilots End
Amen
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