I stood beside the empty grave
Waiting for my friend,
Saying deep within my soul,
“This cannot be the end.”
Then I heard a mighty roar;
Looked into the blinding sky
As four planes in close formation
Streaked above to say good-bye.
In a single moment
One pulled out, up, and away
And left a gaping hole
In that formation on this day.
As he did a “barrel roll”
(Bounding upward to disappear)
I heard my friend’s bright laughter
As I wiped away a tear.
In that priceless, shining moment
My heart leaped up with pride
For I knew my friend would forever fly.
I knew he had not “died.”
–Esther B. (Campbell) Gates
(In memory of Lieutenant General John R. Murphy,USAF, Ret.)
Michael Robert Patterson was born in Arlington and is the son of a former officer of the US Army. So it was no wonder that sooner or later his interests drew him to American history and especially to American military history. Many of his articles can be found on renowned portals like the New York Times, Washingtonpost or Wikipedia.
Reviewed by: Michael Howard