The Flying Boxcar

I close my eyes as the wind rolls through this hollowed body. I feel the wind caress and sway her body back-and-forth, her tired bones begin to creak and groan. It takes me back to a more chaotic time. Oh, the stories this beautiful bird carries. The lives she’s helped and the people she saved. Always there to lend a helping hand, no questions asked. Carrying jeeps and cargo? No problem. Carrying troops? She did that too. She would get them in and help get them out when things went awry. She wasn’t quite a Swiss Army knife, but she did all that was asked of her to help her troops. Now as she sits swaying in the wind her tired bones will never relinquish her soul. Here and her final resting place may her spirit forever live on.