To The Parachute Section
Will you remember when you are folding
Each silken ‘chute and pack,
We who wore them for a little space,
Who smiling passed, not turning back.
Will you stay those nimble hands a while,
To see us in memory passing by,
Who passed here in our toiling,
Upward and onward to the sky.
For those who on their outward journey
Went beyond the far-off clouds,
Sleep softer ‘neath the far horizon,
Pillowed on those silken shrouds.
So when the last long day is passed,
Long after the last flight’s run,
After the last ‘chute is folded,
With peace and the setting sun,
Remember, we knew you in our passing,
For in the heart of everyone,
We knew you stood beside us
With each task a job well done.
Dedicated to our friends at the Pacific Paratrooper blog, check it out.