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Writer's pictureRenee Peyregne

My Hero Flew a Huey

The utility ‘copter that dominated Vietnam

She carried troops and was equipped for bomb’s

The gunner in the side door was always sure

That her flight was guaranteed true and pure

 

She would decimate when she was needed

Then swoop in and save troops that pleaded

She was named after the brave Iroquois people

Whose bravery in time of war made them lethal

 

Not unlike our thick-skinned short-body war machine

Who heroism was shown with grace covered in OD Green

She entered service and stood proud with the 101st and 82nd

Stout, equipped and ready for the coming Armageddon

 

She fought valiantly alongside her soldier brothers

Ensuring that many were able to go home to their mothers

At times when the battlefield was eerily still and quiet,

Her Thump, Thump could be heard flown by a brave Army pilot

 

How we miss our flying green goddess of war

Flown by the Army, Airforce and Marine Corps

She was witness to much mayhem and death

Crying for pilots and soldiers who took their last breath

 

After the battle was over, she faded with grace and humility

To be seen less and less even though she never lost her ability

She can be seen here and there around the world

2016 the Army mourned for the last blades that whirled

 

The UH-1, Huey, or Iroquois; her names were many

Did me a great favor during her many conflicts a plenty

She guarded, carried and protected someone special

Keeping him safe and warm within her green metal

 

I speak of my dad who befriended a lady named Huey

And stuck with her for years in her cockpit so roomy

She ensured that he returned home to me each time

And was a companion to him in her prime

 

No need to say that a pilot was he

He was my hero who flew a Huey

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