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A Tribute To Red Haire
Don't grieve for me, for now you see, I'm on a flight, God needed me. I pled "too soon" but he said, "Son, I need the best to fly on One." Flattered I am, and will not deny it, landings are smooth, God is the pilot.
My life was full, I savored so much. My family, friends, good jobs and such. To all you folks, my thanks to you for all the things you helped me do.
Toured the world, the cold and the warm, flew in Viet Nam and Desert Storm. And if I helped in any way, called a threat, held commies at bay, 'Tis great reward to hear them say "Fly in Iraq? Not without RJ!"
So many of you all made it work, software or hardware? Drive you beserk. But there is so much yet to be done, orbits to fly, peace to be won.
Crews today are watching the store, in Bosnia, Saudi and spots galore. With your prayers and help, they'll keep close vigil so the world may sleep.
Me? Gear up! Boots off - gone to fly. Sorry, no time for a proper goodbye. Please don't be sad, for this I profess. God is the pilot, but I am the AMS.