Hey folks, I saw this poem in a book and it reminded me of my dad since he was an aircraft mechanic in the AF back in the day. I thought this would be pertinent for any present and soon to be pilots, regardless of service.
A Tribute to a Forgotten Mechanic
Through the history of world aviation
Many names have come to the fore…
Great deeds of the past in our memory will last,
As they’re joined more and more…
When man first started his labor in his quest to
Conquer the sky
He was designer, mechanic, and pilot,
And he built a machine that would fly…
But somehow the order got twisted, and then in the public’s eye
The only man that could be seen
Was the man who knew how to fly…
The pilot was everyone’s hero.
He was brave, he was bold, he was grand,
As he stood by his battered old airplane
With his helmet and goggles in hand…
To be sure, these pilots all earned it,
To fly you have to have guts…
And they blazed their names in the hall of fame
On wings with bailing wire struts…
But for each of these flying heroes
There was thousands of little renown,
and these were the men who worked on the planes
But kept their feet on the ground…
We all know the name of Lindbergh,
And we’ve read of his flight to fame…
But think, if you can, of his maintenance man,
Can you remember his name?
And think of our wartime heroes, Gabreski,
Jabara, and Scott…
Can you tell me the names of their crew chiefs?
A thousand to one you cannot…
Now pilots are highly trained people
and wings are not easily won…
But without the work of the maintenance man
Our pilots would march with a gun…
So when you see mighty aircraft
As they mark their way through the air,
The grease stained man with a wrench in his
Hand is the man who put them there…
Victory favors the bold
A Tribute to a Forgotten Mechanic
Through the history of world aviation
Many names have come to the fore…
Great deeds of the past in our memory will last,
As they’re joined more and more…
When man first started his labor in his quest to
Conquer the sky
He was designer, mechanic, and pilot,
And he built a machine that would fly…
But somehow the order got twisted, and then in the public’s eye
The only man that could be seen
Was the man who knew how to fly…
The pilot was everyone’s hero.
He was brave, he was bold, he was grand,
As he stood by his battered old airplane
With his helmet and goggles in hand…
To be sure, these pilots all earned it,
To fly you have to have guts…
And they blazed their names in the hall of fame
On wings with bailing wire struts…
But for each of these flying heroes
There was thousands of little renown,
and these were the men who worked on the planes
But kept their feet on the ground…
We all know the name of Lindbergh,
And we’ve read of his flight to fame…
But think, if you can, of his maintenance man,
Can you remember his name?
And think of our wartime heroes, Gabreski,
Jabara, and Scott…
Can you tell me the names of their crew chiefs?
A thousand to one you cannot…
Now pilots are highly trained people
and wings are not easily won…
But without the work of the maintenance man
Our pilots would march with a gun…
So when you see mighty aircraft
As they mark their way through the air,
The grease stained man with a wrench in his
Hand is the man who put them there…
Victory favors the bold