Alaskansnowbirds
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"THE HUEY PILOT"
Casually he walks to the slick,
a helmet with dark visor in his hand,
stepping from the skid into the cockpit,
the switches and dials at his command.
He may be tired from many runs,
it seems he lives under this plexi-dome,
but with the stick between his legs and the pedals at his feet,
he once again feels at home.
He fires up that turbine as the pre-flight is performed,
the Jesus nut begins to turn,
that machine begins to rock
and now starts that steady"Whop",
and the air begins to churn.
As those massive blades begin to claw the air,
he skillfully lifts his baby off the ground,
the tail begins to rise and the front seems slow to follow
but no better pilot will be found.
I never saw his face,
I never knew his name,
but I'll never forget the day
the Huey Pilot came.
With surgical precision, he causes that Huey to hover,
dip and dance behind a hill,
then he routinely skims the tops of trees,
rising only to have his door gunner make another kill.
He listens to the Peter Pilot and Crew Chief
as well as he watches for popped smoke,
glancing down he sees looks of relief on haggard faces,
they know he will not choke.
With bullets pinging on the thin metal
and stars appearing on the windshield
he holds steady to the stick,
people are screaming to his rear,
mortars dropping dangerously near,
but he maintains firm control of his slick.
He saves a dozen lives and takes supplies
where no one else wishes to go,
for him, it is just another day,
at base camp, he helps wash the blood from the rear cabin and after
he fingers new bullet holes, he casually walks away.
I never saw his face, I never knew his name,
but,
I'll NEVER FORGET THE DAY THE HUEY PILOT CAME!
Casually he walks to the slick,
a helmet with dark visor in his hand,
stepping from the skid into the cockpit,
the switches and dials at his command.
He may be tired from many runs,
it seems he lives under this plexi-dome,
but with the stick between his legs and the pedals at his feet,
he once again feels at home.
He fires up that turbine as the pre-flight is performed,
the Jesus nut begins to turn,
that machine begins to rock
and now starts that steady"Whop",
and the air begins to churn.
As those massive blades begin to claw the air,
he skillfully lifts his baby off the ground,
the tail begins to rise and the front seems slow to follow
but no better pilot will be found.
I never saw his face,
I never knew his name,
but I'll never forget the day
the Huey Pilot came.
With surgical precision, he causes that Huey to hover,
dip and dance behind a hill,
then he routinely skims the tops of trees,
rising only to have his door gunner make another kill.
He listens to the Peter Pilot and Crew Chief
as well as he watches for popped smoke,
glancing down he sees looks of relief on haggard faces,
they know he will not choke.
With bullets pinging on the thin metal
and stars appearing on the windshield
he holds steady to the stick,
people are screaming to his rear,
mortars dropping dangerously near,
but he maintains firm control of his slick.
He saves a dozen lives and takes supplies
where no one else wishes to go,
for him, it is just another day,
at base camp, he helps wash the blood from the rear cabin and after
he fingers new bullet holes, he casually walks away.
I never saw his face, I never knew his name,
but,
I'll NEVER FORGET THE DAY THE HUEY PILOT CAME!
