Post by philt on Jan 17, 2012 18:10:04 GMT -5
He dusts off the old board
The great battleground was laid to rest, shrouded in darkness, preserved in time. Abandoned but not forgotten.
Never forgotten
Older and wiser he is now, ready to take to the skies once more
He finds all the parts and charts he needs right where he left them five years ago, the loft has kept them safe.
He calls his wingman, no words are needed, he is there beside me before the call is ended. Trust.
The sun is almost up, my wingman and I start the engines and roll the dice
The Dawn Patrol flies
The Brits are back
Pup1 aka Phil T
The great battleground was laid to rest, shrouded in darkness, preserved in time. Abandoned but not forgotten.
Never forgotten
Older and wiser he is now, ready to take to the skies once more
He finds all the parts and charts he needs right where he left them five years ago, the loft has kept them safe.
He calls his wingman, no words are needed, he is there beside me before the call is ended. Trust.
The sun is almost up, my wingman and I start the engines and roll the dice
The Dawn Patrol flies
The Brits are back
Pup1 aka Phil T
