kilted1
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I've never mastered poetry that rhymes, when done well it attracts my mind and lends rhythm to the work, especially when recited. I have worked since my early youth (perhaps 14 or so) at expressing my thoughts in free verse or running prose, intended to evoke rhythms not dependent upon rhyme. This piece began in my 18th year and I carried it around with me modifying it slightly and reverting back to the original form for several years.
During my first assignment (Army folks would probably say posting) I had a crucible experience, and met someone who became a very good platonic friend. We were both 'specialists' assigned to the 527 Aggressor Squadron, which meant that we were both cut/cross trained as assistant crew chiefs in support of flight line operations and making jets meet missions. We were also expected to support these aircraft with our 'specialist' knowledge and training, essentially doing the job of two instead of one.
Airman Schoenhofen had rotated from the Aggressor unit at Clarke AFB in the Philippines where she had also been primarily a crew chief and consequently like myself suffered from lack of specialist training and knowledge. We handled these pressures the best we could, and partied hardy when off duty, often taking weekends away by train as our schedules permitted.
We held each other up as only comrades in arms do, and we each worked through our own demons often in each other's off duty company. Oddly the relationship remained entirely platonic ...
I reworked this piece of my earlier youth, and gave it to Airman Schoenhofen on my last night at RAF Alconbury. We stayed in touch for several years, but have been entirely out of contact with each other for over 20 years now.
I present it for your amusement in its final presented form, I was 26 years old:
Godspeed Carolyn, where ever you are ...
During my first assignment (Army folks would probably say posting) I had a crucible experience, and met someone who became a very good platonic friend. We were both 'specialists' assigned to the 527 Aggressor Squadron, which meant that we were both cut/cross trained as assistant crew chiefs in support of flight line operations and making jets meet missions. We were also expected to support these aircraft with our 'specialist' knowledge and training, essentially doing the job of two instead of one.
Airman Schoenhofen had rotated from the Aggressor unit at Clarke AFB in the Philippines where she had also been primarily a crew chief and consequently like myself suffered from lack of specialist training and knowledge. We handled these pressures the best we could, and partied hardy when off duty, often taking weekends away by train as our schedules permitted.
We held each other up as only comrades in arms do, and we each worked through our own demons often in each other's off duty company. Oddly the relationship remained entirely platonic ...
I reworked this piece of my earlier youth, and gave it to Airman Schoenhofen on my last night at RAF Alconbury. We stayed in touch for several years, but have been entirely out of contact with each other for over 20 years now.
I present it for your amusement in its final presented form, I was 26 years old:
Godspeed Carolyn, where ever you are ...