LAST FLIGHT
In Memory of “Holly” Whitten
Dedicated to “Grammy” Whitten
Model of an actual plane he flew
Actual photo of him (on left)from March 17, 1944
Flying high in the clouds,
Only a map in my hand.
Point me to my target,
A direct hit, my plan.
With my gunner back behind me,
Our mission set in stone.
Enemy planes all around us,
But yet we feel alone.
At 10,000 feet I see our mark,
I dive to set my sites.
The bomb beneath us I release,
My timing must be right.
Bullets flying all around us,
My gunner fires away.
The enemy now must stop us.
My instincts show me the way.
We hit our mark,
Mission only half complete.
Now I must get us home,
My gunner and me.
Even though I sit alone up front,
God is with me I can feel.
The dog fight I finally break away from.
The serenity is so real.
It’s quiet now,
Except the engine I hear.
I look left, then right.
I do this in fear.
Not all is coming home.
Some shot down I now see.
The Lord’s with them now.
They’re ALL heroes to me.
I do this for my country,
For our freedom I must fight.
Many missions claim success,
I try with all my might.
My country I did serve,
My duties now are done.
With metals I have earned,
Regrets….I have none.
I received many metals,
For serving my country with such pride.
With honor and dignity,
With God and my gunner, always at my side.
My comrades that fell,
Are the REAL heroes by far.
They died for their country.
“Yet I get the Star”?
“Medals are just medals”,
They’re not JUST for me.
I’m only one in the war,
That fought to be free.
Please don’t be sad,
My job here is done.
I’ve lived a great life,
But it’s time I move on.
A new dawn, a new day
I’m called once again.
For it’s my last journey.
And a new to begin.
Flying high in the clouds,
I soar in peace.
I feel no more pain now,
I’m so at ease.
I’m on my last flight.
I have wings on both sides.
No map this time, but Angels in hand,
God is with me on this last ride.
Written by: Eric Henderson
Title: By Alan Hayashi
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