I make the choice to start the plane; I mount my seat and turn the key. I join the force in the rain: To meet a certain destiny. I know them not, those other men, Nor enemy, nor ally do I fight. If I could live it all again I'd steer away from this final "delight." I'd banish these thoughts that pois my mind, And discourage the little man inside. Too rash I was to leave it all behind, And venture off to the clouds to hide. Distant are Kiltartan's men, at noon. Heartbroken; Margaret and the three; She may receive the dreaded telegram soon; Because mine the falling aeroplane shall be. Through the glass, I can see them ones, Those times of pain, and those of smiles. Tears jam in my throat like stones, As I continue my journey on for miles. It's clear you question my choice to die, Needlessly, you assume, within your poem. But, you see, I just love being in the sky.. It feels a little more like home.