And so I am pilot, pilot of all nations.
I wear flags, immortal.
Carrying my sister's name upon my fuselage.
My brother's name on my breath.
He fell in flames and has no grave except the sky.
National boundaries for dead pilots don't matter up above, the sky.
Hark me no angel!
I have Charmaine!
She loves helicopters, me planes.
We fly high and will never die.
Ghost planes, all types, all nations, pilots in arms.
Enemies no more.
Peace my family and freedom.
Aeroplane Poems 2 By Nick Armbrister