MIA

Along Thud Ridge, I once flew.

I screamed through the blue skies.

A terror that the enemy knew.

My presence they despised.

They fired a SAM at me,

and I exploded into flames.

I guess it was my destiny,

a pawn in a war game.

I slammed into the jungle floor,

at twice the speed of sound.

Tattered Pieces from me got tore,

and they are scattered all around.

The jungle covers me from sight.

I have never been recovered.

A machine that fell from a great height,

that will never be discovered.

This is a shrine that I have become.

Here in the jungle is where I lay.

A marker of a nation’s son,

who fought for freedom’s way.