30 Seconds of Fame A Lifetime of Honor
In
the dark days of World War II with American forces in full retreat
A
Japanese juggernaut unstoppable, looking immune to any chance of defeat
On
April 18, 1942, 80 pilots and crew too soon launched from their Hornet’s nest
On
a one way ride to Japan to the myth of invincibility sting to arrest
A
B-25 is a bomber, had no place on a pitching, heaving carrier deck
Desperate
measures to in our days of doom and despair, hope to inject
Launched
too soon, not enough fuel, to bomb and reach Chinese landing strips
Even
shedding weight, adding jerry cans of fuel, a one way odds-against-survival
trip
No
hesitation, no delay, no debate, into the wind, bomb laden into the sky
One
way ticket, one way trip, throttle forward into the day you will likely die
30
seconds or so pinpricking the Japanese invincible myths
At
point of release they did not know it, but the winds of war would shift
Three
crewmen were lost, three captured and put to the sword
Seventy-four
survived crash landings or internment as home morale soared
And
now only four, in bodies aged and somewhat frail
Alive
to all who should listen tell their heroic tail
Anyone
can have fifteen minutes of fame and then fade
Not
so the eighty defying death on the Doolittle Raid
Years
from now when the last of the Great Generation has long since passed away
We
pray that we will still honor the achievements of courage on that April 18th
day
©
November 11, 2013 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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