when he was needed most. A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word but, by what men lived and judged
the worth of each, a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warrior’s tour of duty ends, at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly Flight.
Fly on Airman into your unaccompanied tour, we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us, the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, the last of the breed from an era
when planes were made of wood and men were made of steel.
The Old Airman has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind, remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts. As I look up at night, I envision The Old Airman,
a beret draped just above the eye, as he draws upon his pipe, quietly he waits.
The guardian of Heaven’s gate.