"LAST OF A BREED"
(The Aviation Cadet)
Perhaps you've never felt it, so you may not
understand
A challenge to be answered, it was the measure of a man
Our youthful zeal was endless, we thought we'd never die
Our only fear was failing, to spread our wings across the sky
Our knowledge was still growing, our egos without bounds
We felt earth's limits slip away, soaring high above the ground
Then the countless marches over, the last reveille was blown
Cadet days finally ended, the last check ride finally flown
With silver wings there on proud chests, and golden bars pinned near
We left to join the favored few, serve our country in the air
Though years have gone and wings are "worn ", we stand and point with pride
To missions flown and jobs well-done, by us and those who died
As we gather at the "gateway", our memories seem to fill
With cadence shouted in the air, cadet voices echo still
This remembrance of a long gone corps, a spirit in us all
As long as there are those like these, our land will never fall.
Brig. Gen, Jerry W. Cook USAF (ret)
Aviation Cadet Class 59-C
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