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I fly up high on wings of man And see below, the beautiful land My job's to fight the firey beast From North to South , West to East I love my job and I am proud But the fire is fierce , and its rage is loud The sky is grey and thick with smoke I pray to God I make it out I dive down deep ,to drop the load I hear the pop , my wings expload My job on earth is now done My life in heaven has begun My sisters and brothers , please dont cry For With wings of God , Im still up high The firey beast has not won For me eternity has just begun Written by E.M.Rushton
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
A Pilots Last Flight
I fly up high on wings of man And see below, the beautiful land My job's to fight the firey beast From North to South , West to East I love my job and I am proud But the fire is fierce , and its rage is loud The sky is grey and thick with smoke I pray to God I make it out I dive down deep ,to drop the load I hear the pop , my wings expload My job on earth is now done My life in heaven has begun My sisters and brothers , please dont cry For With wings of God , Im still up high The firey beast has not won For me eternity has just begun Written by E.M.Rushton
This was written after a fellow firefighter died while flying a water bomber fighting a forest fire.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
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