Call Sign ‘Whiskey 3’

He took the flag down slowly

From the mast of Whiskey Three

A landing craft from World War 2

Where his heart would always be

He held it close in silence

As it spoke in many ways

His pride inside was tempered

By the darkness of those days

For more than two years he had served

Beneath that standard true

And always it was waving proud

Through all the storms he knew

His last day at his station,

His last day of the fight

Now he was taking home that flag

So sacred to his sight

© Russell Robison

Delta Blue