The last flight I took was far from great
Dodging enemy rounds from left to right...maybe it was fate.
Before long I was dropping like a rock to the ground, quickly falling,
But right before I slammed into that cold ground, I could hear You calling.
I thought that I was gone, that it was all said and done,
But no...this was just the beginning of all of the fun.
I didn't know that when I turned to check my six,
That there one of my friends would be, shooting at me for some kicks.
He got some good hits, terribly good ones I might say,
But my will didn't waver, and from my wounds I did not fail.
I was picked up, and carried away...
Away from the storm and wind, away from all the hail.