TAKE ME HOME

My 5th or 6th jump from a plane

Like, some sixty years ago,

Striving to earn my ‘Folded Wings.’

This one I had to show!

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Next to me a scared trooper,

Could not control the shakes.

Last jump he plain froze in the door,

Just one more chance, the breaks!

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“Sam, change places with me,” he begged.

This jump I got to make.

Switch accomplished!  But it was noted,

Jump Master not on break!

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He took note of completed switch,

Then just to make sure,

Got behind the last man in the stick,

To shove us through the door!

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His push was mighty!  All fell out!

One on top of the other!

But then I am floating near the ground,

On the chute of one under.

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He yelled, “Get 53-4  *!#%*#  and my chute!”

I saw, pulled hard and slid past.

My own, like, folded and I hit the dirt!

HARD!  And traveling fast!

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Near unconscious I made a quick check,

Operative dealt a kick!

“Get up gold brick,” fancy pants yelled,

Then another kick!

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Made it!  Then just two more to go.

What is a man got to do

To prove that he is a man,

Live past ninety-two?

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I am ninety-four now and still crying,

“Dear Lord, take this boy home!”

Nothing is important now but heaven!

Where never walk alone!

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Walk or fly, we will not need wings!

Heaven what more is there?

Glory beyond?  Sure, know real soon!

The real land of Promise SHARE!

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the Sam 12.06.12

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