Hiss…Bang!
Hiss…Bang!
Flight ops are my wake up call.
I crawl out of my rack,
Put on my uniform,
Then rush to morning muster.
Hiss…Bang!
Hiss…Bang!
Flight ops are my working day.
The flight deck is abuzz,
As fighter jets are launched,
And the helos hover above.
Hiss…Bang!
Hiss…Bang!
Flight ops are my lullaby.
I crawl into my rack,
The flight deck above me,
As the sea rocks me to sleep.
© 2017 by Benjamin Goodrich
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