Paxina: 002
"Only Angels Like Us..."   Cant You Hear Me Knocking?... Keep yore eyes on th road an yore hands upon the wheel...   Beneath us.   Hot day. Dust. Lots of dust.   Beneath us The tanks and carriers roll into the town. Running people and gunfire. And diesel fumes. And screaming.   As the APC’s lay to, and the rushing troopers close about with weapons, we are above. Eyes in the Sky… Sweeping up to the edge, orbiting the village. Orbiting insanity Watching.                     Waiting…. For that one movement that will signal what we came for.   Anything… Any. Thing.                                      Sudden. Different… Intent?   On the roads below they are rounding up the populace. Interrogating. House to house. A skirmish here and there   We can see but cannot hear. The crying, the shouting, the noise… We are deaf.   But we see. Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-sss, we SEEEEEEEE. Over there.  There! THERE!                   we can seeeee youooooooo   Put yourself in Jesus’ hands… we will follow you… Like the Dawn Of the Day…               We peel off… We  can seeeee you – ou – ou – ou...                                      Future’s uncertain and the end is ALWAYS NEAR Ship falls out of sky like a bolt from heaven. She likes to go down slow. Let it roll. Keep your eyes on the road an yore hand upon the wheel All imaginable terror divine vengeance and fury in the world shall follow your frantic footsteps, swift as a hawk in the whirlwind          be your last shadow upon your shoulder                   breath of Angels soft upon your back in the last moments of.                        Your.                            Short.                                 Fukken  Life.   Last sound’s crystal smoothe purr of the chain guns as they whine… spinning to “lockeD-TT”. cease from laying down fire. But you cannot hear that… like you did not hear the tinkle of a fountain… tink tink tink a thousand times As the hail of spent casings, falling, glittering, tumbling, bouncing… Now still. Mark our trail to where you now lie. Still.   We hear only her sharp, clear breath of her blades -  whap whap whap whap whap whup whup whupp….   The breath of angels…Our angel of Immaculate Deception lifts us. She is.   Angels like us…Stoned Immaculate…Passion lady. Give up your vows.      "Air Mobile" in 1972 was the call sign for Allouette ZWVQ 122nd B Company - 3 Air Supply Platoon Rhodesia Army Services Corps Out of King George VI Barracks Stationed at Cranbourne Airfield Salisbury - Rhodesia