beawer be veryawer im a coming to kill u alll lets be carfull
out ther just like the predeterr of the sky like the harrier they always win

MY BUDDY

They say he died in glory,
What ever that may be.
If its dying in a burst of flame,
Then glory's not for me.

In the briefing room this morning,
He sat with clear eyes and strong heart,
Just one of many airman
Determined to do his part.

My buddy had the guts alright,
He sought not glory nor fame.
He knew there was a job to do,
My crew all felt the same.

But death had the final word,
In its log it wrote his name.
For my buddy died this afternoon
In glory - in a burst of flame.