Taking it upon a wing and a prayer,
With all that I have, into the air.
The steady roar of my aft burner,
Left all voice chatter a quiet murmur.
At altitude, I channeled in Nav Radio one,
The first thing today that failed to run.
Due to radio silence, I noted the gripe,
But was pretty confident it shouldn’t hinder the flight.
I approached the first Nav point, making a shallow turn,
Punching the throttle back into burn.
The engine shuddered, vibrated, and stopped with a kick,
A stall followed suit and I fell like a brick.
Through the green haze of my NVG’s, the mountains came near,
I ripped the ejection cord, launching me clear.
The canopy deployed, but didn’t catch air,
Streamlining me three thousand feet into Mt. Saint Claire.
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