Dedicated to all the Pilots

Read this somewhere, truly amazing and conveys my sense of awe for all those who fly !

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I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
where pilots can go, when they have to die.

A place where a guy can buy a cold beer
for a friend and a comrade, whose memory is dear;
a place where no civil servant or lawyer can tread,
nor a management type would ere be caught dead;

Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
the kind of place where a lady could go
and feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.

There must be a place where old pilots go,
when their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
and songs about flying and dying are sung,

Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before,
and they'd call out your name, as you came through the door.
who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
and relate to the others," He was quite a good lad !"

And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
you had not seen in years, though he taught you to fly.
he'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear;
and say," Welcome, my son, i'm pleased that you're here".

" For this is the place where true flyers come,"
" When their journey is over, and the war has been won."
" Relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest;"
" This is heaven, my son...... You've passed your final test!"