The Rebirth and Triumph of An Ace Apache Pilot

An Apache pilot once sought for a treasure In booze, in fun Sampling leisure and pleasure Until an Apache chopper gun In his attentive ears whispered Enjoining him to a wound-prone warfront to go Where the gun the pilot pampered Soon sadness and recklessness the pilot did forgo Strafing an egregious enemy Determined to inflict huge casualties Until the enemy’s alchemy of blasphemy Enjoined the pilot to exploit the enemy’s foibles and frailties Inflicting huge losses on the enemy who by roadsides planted improvised explosives To kill or maim the pilot’s troopers When the pilot engaging sibilants and plosives Alongside paratroopers Read a crystal ball Hoping to glean a roadmap To his life’s call And Wrap Up the direction to his future Engaging first this dame then that dame In a complex culture When the crystal ball requested the pilot to stake a claim On the heart of a feminist damsel Who the crystal warned was a tough nut to crack Neither for hire nor for sale In circumstances within a pesky pack Teeming with churlish challenges Which the pilot tackled Unwrapping and unpacking lozenges To his Apache chopper buckled Somewhere in the United States of America Where the pilot’s eyes and red hair Flew in search of Erica With whom he played fair All of a sudden a way crystal clear Appeared with a miracle string Which the brave pilot seized and bending on his knees said, ‘Erica, dear Allow me on young finger to insert a wedding ring.’