Tribute… To the pilots of the Army Air Corps, WWII

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What shall we say of each man in turn * When the trevail of each is done…

These men of the bold fraternity * Who held they could touch the sun?

This breed which lifted its face aloft, * This clan of the high frontier…

Oh, what shall we say at the end of the day * When we muster the pioneer?

How shall we rate them one by one * As the final approach is made…

These sons whose faith was the common bond * In the varied parts they played?

Shall we check each out with an epitaph * As the props turn low and cease,

Or leave them knit as their faith was knit * As they park in Eternal Peace.

Let them who will in time to come * Judge who were the great or small:

But we who walked on the sky with them * Can only be judge of all,

For the glory is not that one by one * Each carved for himself a career

But that none lost faith while he drew a breath * In his trek to the High Frontier.

…Unknown