Grade 'A'A Poem by Tom BensonThe title refers to one man's opinion, not an exam result ...
From high altitude four landed,
and each one knew the story.
A pilot was down, stranded,
in rebel territory …
No 'choppers' could be flown,
to ease the situation.
To pieces they'd be blown,
which caused top brass frustration.
No truck on pallet dropped,
on low level parachute.
The host craft would be stopped,
by fire on exit route.
All left to four brave guys,
to hike o'er rough terrain.
A party of small size,
most thought they were insane.
Pilot's homing beacon bid,
these special men to come.
Downed airman stayed well hid,
he'd ejected then walked some …
For miles the rescue squad,
followed stream and wood.
On steadily they'd plod,
stopping briefly when they could.
Throughout the day they strived,
to make it to the flyer.
When nightfall then arrived,
their efforts they took higher.
The leader raised his hand,
halting his small team.
On target as they'd planned,
they'd done it, it would seem.
In tree-line, pilot stood,
He told the team relieved.
'You getting here is good,
it's hard to be believed.'
Team leader shook his hand,
and said, 'We'll rest here first,
so you and my small band,
can eat and quench our thirst.'
They laid up through daylight,
each catching four hours sleep,
then travelled through the night,
when good pace they could keep.
The pilot was returned,
to fly another day.
In his memory was burned,
Special Forces were Grade 'A'
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© 2011 Tom BensonAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 2, 2011 Last Updated on July 2, 2011 AuthorTom BensonNortheast England, United KingdomAbout* Updated - 12th February 2021: Served 23 years in the British Army, 1969 - 1992. Retail Management from 1992 - 2012. I joined Writer's Cafe in 2009 but I wasn't happy with my efforts so my mem.. more..Writing
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