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Last Chance
RVS (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Last Chance

Poem By Erin Hanson

Watching silver wings soaring above America,
shining in the light of an early morning sunrise.

Nothing to fear, knowing that our military is
alert and on the watch, protecting Americans at

Awakening from their nighttime dreams, kept safely
tucked beneath the covers of life.

Knowing that silver wings are flying, soaring above
America, our military's love of freedom is protecting
us all.

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