A POEM FROM Chicken Man SSG Joey Broussard, Unscheduled Maintenance 187TH
AHC – 69/70
The Flight-Line
Up in the morning, I saw my way
So dark, so hot, what a day
The flight-line was near as blades turned about
I summoned my crew with a loud crazy shout
Riding with tool box over rough terrain
We were close to the crews as it started to rain
The pilots looked ready and high in their seat
As crew-chiefs and gunners looked tired and so beat
Loading their weapons, ammo and all
Crew-chiefs and Gunners were ready to fall
Thinking of God, Country and Home
These fighting young men were never alone
The mission was nearing with calls from over there
Working fast to fix it, as crew’s watched and stared
Red X’s to Slashes who could tell
These men were ready to fly into hell
Lifting up to hover on this day
One ship, two ship, so many on their way
These ships lined up like a thing of beauty
Ready to take off and do their duty
Stories came in as time passed along
That we lost some friends, what was wrong?
We waited for news as time went away
We’ll never forget them to this very day
We buried our own in our minds they stay
There wasn’t a day that we failed to pray
God forgive those who did not understand
The heart and soul of our fighting man
Don’t be sad, we all thought we’d die
In a country we helped see eye to eye
Our brother’s fell hard with bravery and dare
God took them one-by-one on their last flight with care