A World at War
A world at war, a deadly thing,
I can tell you, I was there.
I was flying with brothers in wings,
We planes were mighty, strong Corsairs.
Our squadron was the meanest by far,
The Jolly Wrenches was our name.
My past with them leaves great scars,
It was when we were at the top of our game.
That patrol, that one patrol,
Left our spirits and bodies in ruins.
I cried for months for my comrades' souls.
They were too young, why so soon?
I picture them now, all going down in flames,
Shouts and screams are all I hear.
I recall them now, every number every name,
The death and burning still in my ears.
Jigsaw: the plane with heart, the plane who would never give up.
Lucas: the one to second guess and always be right, the one who snapped to attention.
Storm: the one to care, to know, and to feel for others, the one who held us together.
Blair: a Corsair to envy, intelligent, mysterious, an excellent fighter and good sport.
Burn: the plane to be the one to help, to entertain the others, and to laugh when times are tough.
David: the oddball, the clown, but always your friend.
Rush: the good soldier, tough on the outside, loving and caring on the inside.
Not even the strongest plane,
Could ever forget.
What is for certain,
Is I'm full of regret.