THE STRIPES COME OFF

I wrote this poem for a brother in arms who was retiring from the Air Force in 1999.

I have read it at several retirement ceremonies since then. I will never fail to shed a tear, not because the poem is anything special but because every time I see another friend retire from the military I can identify. I know and I share with them the love for our service and service members.

I have that bond with others who have served as I also completed my career in the U.S. Air Force and honorably retired in 2002. In honor of all who have served in all the branches of our armed services I off this poem. I pray that it is a blessing to you.

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-----P.S. click on the photo options 1-thru-4 to see how an aircraft maintainer looks after pulling 5 G's for an hour

THE STRIPES COME OFF

The stripes come off, the suit goes on, a new life you've begun.
You've fought the fight, you've stayed the course,
a good race you have run.
You pack once more, for a distant shore,
now following a newer course.
Your life now new, you remember still your love for our Air Force.

That love will not fade, for the commitments you made
Were not for self, or gain. You've given much,
You've kept the faith, and have endured much pain.

Many friends you made will miss you dear
And wish you only blessings.
Your service, though often overlooked, was for
A grateful nation.

You've given much, you've served your time,
And now you go your way.
Those who remain will fill your place but still
To them, you have much to say.

Your tour of duty served with pride has taught you much indeed,
We who remain will do our best to live up to YOUR creed.
You take your place among the GREAT, THE NATIONS HALL OF FAME.
Your sacrifice will never be forgotten, our souls never the same.

We hold you now in great esteem,
your service we all admire.
For now you're in superb company,
The UNITED STATES AIR FORCE RETIRED!