29 November 2005

Missileer Poem

Preface: The poem below is one given to each missileer at Dakratland the day of their first alert. I'm not sure how long ago it was written, but I believe it was well over 20 years ago.

By Captain A. Wyckoff

In vacant corners of our land,
off rutted gravel trails,
There is a watchful breed of men,
who see that peace prevails.
For them there are no waving flags,
no blare of martial tune,
There is no romance in their job,
no glory at high noon.

In an oft' repeated ritual,
they casually hang their locks,
Where the wages of man's love and hate,
are restrained in a small red box.
In a world of flick'ring colored lights,
and endless robot din,
The missile crews will talk awhile,
but soon will turn within.

To a flash of light or other worldly tone,
conditioned acts respond.
Behind each move, unspoken thoughts,
of the bombs that lie beyond.
They live with patient waiting,
with tactics, minds infused,
And the quiet murmur of the heart,
that hopes it's never used.

They feel the loving throb,
of the mindless tool they run,
They hear the constant whir,
of a world that knows no sun.
Here light is ever present,
no moon's nocturnal sway.
The clock's unnatural beat,
belies not night or day.

Behind a concrete door slammed shut,
no starlit skies of night,
No sun-bleached clouds in azure sky,
in which to dance in flight.
But certain as the rising sun,
these tactic warriors seldom see,
They're ever grimly ready,
for someone has to be.

Beneath it all they're common men,
who eat and sleep and dream,
But between them is a common bond,
of knowledge they're a team.
A group of men who love their land,
who serve it long and well,
Who stand their thankless vigil,
on the brink of man-made hell.

In boredom fluxed with stress,
encapsuled they reside,
They do their job without complaint,
of pleasures oft' denied.
For duty, honor, country,
and a matter of self-pride.

28 November 2005

aah freedom

After being "in the hole" a long time

it's good to get out in the fresh air and stretch.

Layout of the land

Missile field developed

24 November 2005

Um, yeah...I see the resemblance

I stand as a sentinel – a guardian against all who would threaten my great country. I stand prepared to perform that mission for which I was brought into existence. True, I live in a hole, but that is only to protect me from those who would care to harm, maim or destroy me. I am vigilant. I am agile.

I am a dakrat.

I am a Minuteman III Thermonuclear
Intercontinental Ballistic Missile.


Related Posts with Thumbnails