Oh, I have lifted vertically from the ground
And humbly joined the sky while wings swept round.
Forward I've flown, while closely hugging earth
Beneath the clouds, and done a hundred things you would dare not do:
Autoed, hoisted and beeped while challenging death.
Hovering there I've fought the shifting winds around
And forced my balking craft through fearful turbulent air
Down amongst the low awaiting fog -
I've stayed above the sea

Through skill - where never goat nor even C-130 flew
And while with silent humble stance,

I've listened to the men who fly on high.
I've lowered my head and taken their abuse
And somewhere God looked at me and smiled.

The Silver Eagle