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One in a Million!

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Army Helicopter Pilots - One in a Million
(Author Unknown)

I think I've known a million lads, who say they love the sky;
Who'd all be aviators, and not afraid to fly or die!

For Duty, Honor, Country, their courage I admire!
But it takes more than courage, son, to get to be a flyer.

When you are only twelve years old, of course you want to fly!
And tho' you know not what is Death, you're not afraid to die.

But of the million, more or less, all must have perfect eyes;
So only half a million now, can dream of future skies.

Then comes high school, science, math; some choose the easy way:
Football, cars, and dating girls; teen pleasures hold their sway.

And of the quarter million left, one half go on to schools;
The other half will dream and drift, and never learn the rules.

Now comes the day of testing, eight hours of sitting Hell;
On every subject known to man, four- fifths will not do well.

The one in five who pass this test, apply for flying schools,
The Application Boards will now eliminate those without the tools.

Then comes two days of nakedness, flight surgeons poke and prod;
To pass this flying physical one needs to have the body of a God!

And now, five hundred lucky souls will start their Pre-Flight days;
Endure de-merits, hunger, cold… as upperclassmen haze.

One-half survive this mental game, and go to Primary schools,
But only half will hack the course, move on to more Basic rules.

Two hundred fifty now will try to pass the Basic tests;
Formation flight soon separates, the " tiger" from the rest.

One hundred twenty five will then pin on those pilot wings;
Some become hot Cobra jocks; the rest fly other things.

Some will die while learning combat skills;
Some will die in combat, and yet some will score their "kills".

They will learn a lesson, sometimes lost on you and me;
We must always fight for Freedom, because Freedom's never free!

He's a knight in flying armor, that the cruel tyrants fear;
He's that deadly taste of venom on the tip of Freedom's spear.

Engaging him in battle is a course that only fools would choose;
He's the world's fiercest warrior, for he has the most to lose.

So when you see a pilot, standing at the bar;
Taking out the garbage, or tuning up his car.

Offer him your thanks, extend to him your hand;
He's that "one in a million" who protected this sacred land.

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