Posted on 08/24/2003 5:38:28 AM PDT by GannonRealm
One hundred and one Eagles fly Away from their nest and mother's eye. Their wings grow strong As they soar along, Learning to protect and defend.
They search the sky with a watchful eye. Wherever there's danger, You know they're nearby.
Their freedom is threatened, Both near and far; Then with a loud scream, You can hear them "hu-rah"
They fight and they conquer The enemies they face. They hold their heads high With honor and grace.
Rendezvous with destiny Never afraid to die. When one hundred and one Eagles fly.
James David Gannon
1st/503rd 101st (1979)
Copyright ©2003 James David Gannon
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