BEFORE THE GREAT EROSION
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ROCKIN' THE RIDGE
by F/O C.R. Call |
THE MISTAKE
Maybe I'm wrong in telling you this, |
THE TOUGHEST OF THEM ALL
Three friends were sitting 'round a bar,
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Of Art that's real confusing. It's just a little of the truth I've tried to make amusing, You're on the way to Operations With your flight gear in the bag, And you'll find the shuttle ride About the roughest you will have. Now you'll find your clearance In the weather-man's shack, And oh! all the things He's put on the back. Yes, the things that are on there Can never be too right When you're starting on flight In the dead of night. So it's back to the department Where you started from To get the final O.K. That will start your run. Now don't get too disgusted, As the worst is yet to come To hustle after your parachute And don't forget your gun. Out to the ship you hurry. If you're late they'll always gripe. But what the hell do you find there But a damn big load of pipe. Now out here in the revetment Your checklist is run through. It won't be very long, brother, You'll be up there in the blue. You've completed the final check, So your co-pilot calls the tower, And if you're really lucky, You'll be off in another hour. After a fashion they answer And say to please stand by. Now you may think you've had it, But don't you start to cry. There's a five-minute separation And you're twenty down the list. So you may not have to go If things keep up like this. But in a few minutes they're ready And give you another call, Saying, "I can let you out, brother, If you'll get on the ball." So you rush to the turning circle And check the left and right, Then take off down the runway In the middle of the night. All the way over the Himalayas From OH to Roger Queen, The weather's getting rougher, About the worst you've ever seen. But the purr of those P and W's Bring music to your ear. So long as everything goes alright, You've nothing at all to fear. But when the going gets the roughest And you'd rather go home if you could, Someone will soon tell you, "Soldier, You ain't ever had it so good. Then at your final destination, Your clearance is taken to Weather. Then it's down to get your 'eggis' And you'll find there's nothing better. While you're waiting for the shuttle, You stand around and talk, Then after thirty minutes, You'll find you have to walk. Now after Dumbo's been unloaded, And you're on the long way back, You can lean back in your seat And use it as your sack. You know it won't be long now, Though the weather up there's brisky. You hurry back to good old Sook And get your shot of whiskey. You've made lots of trips on the Charlie, Where the weather's cold and breezy, But you can't compare the weather there With the build-ups on the Easy. Now your time is up for rotation And your work has all been done. You can tell the boys who come here, It's just a Teek Milk Run. ---F/O George A. Mayer |
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