| Remembrance |
|
|
Hercules Crew From 47 Sqn Phillips
|
To 30 January 2005 |
| RAF Lyneham Wiltshire United Kingdom |
Flying West,
I hope there`s aplace, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would ever be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of small, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be aplace where old aircrew go, when
Their wings become weary, when their airspeed gets low;
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung;
Where you`d see all the fellows who`d "flown west" before,
And they call out your name, as you came thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And tell all the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then thru the mist, you`d spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you to fly,
He`d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I`m proud that you`re here!"
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We`ve come here at last, to be safe and afar
From the government clerk, and the management czar,
Politicians and lawyers, the police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol`boys
Can relax with a `cool one`, and a well deserved rest.."
"This is Heaven, my son: You`ve passed your last test!"
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM”
|
Tribute by: Mike
|
Flying West,
I hope there`s aplace, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would ever be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of small, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be aplace where old aircrew go, when
Their wings become weary, when their airspeed gets low;
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung;
Where you`d see all the fellows who`d "flown west" before,
And they call out your name, as you came thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And tell all the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then thru the mist, you`d spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you to fly,
He`d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I`m proud that you`re here!"
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We`ve come here at last, to be safe and afar
From the government clerk, and the management czar,
Politicians and lawyers, the police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol`boys
Can relax with a `cool one`, and a well deserved rest.."
"This is Heaven, my son: You`ve passed your last test!"
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM”
The Captain - Flight Lieutenant David Stead
The Co-pilot - Flight Lieutenant Andrew Smith
The Navigator - Flight Lieutenant Paul Pardoel
The Flight Engineer - Master Aircrew Gary Nicholson
The Air Load Master - Flight Sergeant Mark Gibson
There were two Ground Engineers on board:
Chief Technician Richard Brown
Sergeant Robert O''Connor
There was also a Survival Equipment Fitter:
Corporal David Williams
In addition there were two passengers transiting to Balad:
Squadron Leader Patrick Marshall (Strike Command)
Lance Corporal Steven Jones (Royal Signals)
|
Tribute by: Mike
|
Flying West,
I hope there`s aplace, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would ever be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of small, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be aplace where old aircrew go, when
Their wings become weary, when their airspeed gets low;
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung;
Where you`d see all the fellows who`d "flown west" before,
And they call out your name, as you came thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And tell all the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then thru the mist, you`d spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you to fly,
He`d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I`m proud that you`re here!"
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We`ve come here at last, to be safe and afar
From the government clerk, and the management czar,
Politicians and lawyers, the police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol`boys
Can relax with a `cool one`, and a well deserved rest.."
"This is Heaven, my son: You`ve passed your last test!"
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM”
|
Tribute by: Mike
|
Flying West,
I hope there`s aplace, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would ever be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of small, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be aplace where old aircrew go, when
Their wings become weary, when their airspeed gets low;
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung;
Where you`d see all the fellows who`d "flown west" before,
And they call out your name, as you came thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And tell all the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then thru the mist, you`d spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you to fly,
He`d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I`m proud that you`re here!"
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We`ve come here at last, to be safe and afar
From the government clerk, and the management czar,
Politicians and lawyers, the police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol`boys
Can relax with a `cool one`, and a well deserved rest.."
"This is Heaven, my son: You`ve passed your last test!"
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM”
|
Tribute by: Mike
|
Click here to return
to the Remembrance homepage.
Click here
to add a tribute to this Memorial. |
|
|
| Latest Military Discounts |
25% Off Breakdown Cover
There is nothing worse than breaking down. But if you do, the RAC have more than 1,500 patrols ready to rescue you, whether you are at the shops or on the motorway. They will always try to fix your vehicle at the roadside, but if they cant they will make getting it repaired as painless as possible.
Click Here For More >> |
|
