-Flying for Jesus now-

(be sure to put in a good word for the rest of us misfits)

Friends and Brothers go down
By air in an instant
Mostly into the Sea
Some reaching a distant shore
Unaware in The beginning of day
Tick-Tick-Tick and the Turbine whines too it's howl
All the smiles are in the game now
selfsame people and the scenery
repetitious jawing to the 'left' 'and right of you', 'over there's...'
A death grip of a chance to get it right
without lift, and in flame
One dies saving, the other dies trying
Nothing left to be done
Was all You could do
You did it right - the best of You