Shiny boots and silver wings
Now proudly stand where angels sing.
Airborne they were, and always will be
They died that others might be free.
On wings like eagles we drifted down
Landing fields, trees and town.
A legend was born that dark night
When the '508th' began the fight.
The price we paid was beyond compare,
We left so many good friends there.
When the great jump master says
Stand up, hook up, stand in the door,
We will all meet our buddies on Heaven's shore.
Dwayne T. Burns, 1996 |
