Going West
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Going West
Every now and again, there are posts requesting suitable epitaphs / bon mots for use at the funerals of deceased aviators. I quite often suggest one particular one that I like (relating to your soul needing a 50hr check), but attached is one that I just found that I've had for years and had forgotten - thought it was worth airing! I am unable to attribute this to the author, as I don't know who it was - whoever he / she was, good effort!
Going West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy can get a cold beer
For a friend or a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
And a scribbly-type would not be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of a place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be a place where old aircrew go,
When their wings become weary, and their airspeed gets low;
Where the whisky is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all your mates, who'd "flown west" before,
And they'd call out your name, as you walked thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was such a nice lad!"
And there thru the mist you'd spot an old guy
You’d not seen for years, though he'd taught YOU to fly,
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased you are here!
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
From the government clerk, and the management clone,
Politicians and lawyers, police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol' boys,
Can relax with a 'cool one', and a well deserved rest.."
"Cos this is Heaven my son, you've passed your last test!"
For some reason, I was prompted to think of Beagle when I read this (sorry Beags - never met you, but it was just an image that flitted through my brain!!!!!
Going West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where aircrew can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy can get a cold beer
For a friend or a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
And a scribbly-type would not be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke!
The kind of a place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There MUST be a place where old aircrew go,
When their wings become weary, and their airspeed gets low;
Where the whisky is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all your mates, who'd "flown west" before,
And they'd call out your name, as you walked thru the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was such a nice lad!"
And there thru the mist you'd spot an old guy
You’d not seen for years, though he'd taught YOU to fly,
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased you are here!
For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won;
We've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
From the government clerk, and the management clone,
Politicians and lawyers, police and the noise,
Where all Hours are Happy, and these good ol' boys,
Can relax with a 'cool one', and a well deserved rest.."
"Cos this is Heaven my son, you've passed your last test!"
For some reason, I was prompted to think of Beagle when I read this (sorry Beags - never met you, but it was just an image that flitted through my brain!!!!!
Mind you I prefer to be addressed as "Welcome Old Man" as I toddled thru that door.....
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SASless - I really couldn't give a damn what they call me when I get to wherever I'm going, as I'll be past caring when I get there!!
Actually, I'm of a mind that the only afterlife I have to worry about is whether I'm eaten by the worms or join the Crispy Critter Club! One absolute certainty is that I'm going to meet my demise some time, so may as well make it worth it!!
Actually, I'm of a mind that the only afterlife I have to worry about is whether I'm eaten by the worms or join the Crispy Critter Club! One absolute certainty is that I'm going to meet my demise some time, so may as well make it worth it!!
Ah yes Bash....but one does not need to be in hurry to feed worms....they will be there when you are.
