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HOMAGE TO A
GALLANT LADY
The C-47
gallant aircraft of flight
That carried us through the darkness of night
With paratroopers and glider in tow
Delivering the cargo to drop zones below
Though pounded
and riddled with shot and with shell
She carried her cargo through fire and Hell
Through dust storms and sleet, over high mountain pass
Her crew kept her flying, spurting oil and gas
Her once shiny body all battered and scarred
Flying over her sisters, flaming and charred
Continues her mission with cargo and men,
To return badly damaged, and take off again
She will long
be remembered by pilot and crew
Who were often amazed at things she could do
There's a saying that says what she was about
"You could flame her, or crash her, but not wear her out"
I would like
to believe, as if in a dream
This gallant old lady was in a museum
Hanging aloft, as if there in flight
While here on the ground in everyone's sight
A huge brass plaque, recalling her fame
Affectionately signed with her combat name
C-47
William W. Bell
82nd Airborne
508 Parachute Regiment
WWII "42-45" |
