With a smile, we are repaid
"1977"
(Dolphins By Steve Bloom)
For two long hours, we endure the flight
Checking and calculating, with all our might
Putting the Chopper, through her paces
Compiling records, as fast she races
Vibration, noise and the kerosene smell
This team has performed, so very well
My pilot’s skill, has proved him capable
That we declare, this chopper is serviceable
A contact, on the radar screen
2,000 feet above, and can be seen
Dutch Maritime Neptune, I do declare
Heading off, we know not where
Mayday !, Mayday !, comes the Squawk
The Dutch descend, just like the Hawk
Into the sea, their aircraft crashes
Stow the records, and off we dashes
The wreck is floating, off Jutland Head
13 souls awash, counted and read
To the winch, I must lead
Hope to the swimmers, we must feed
Wind is blowing, the sea state high
The sea is cold, and soon they’ll die
One by one, we begin the retrieval
The weather, against us and is quite evil
A successful recovery, it must be said
Of the 13, only one is dead
Bad enough, by all accounts
But could be worse, by large amounts
Using scant resources, we keep them warm
Head for the ship, away from harm
Once there, medics administer first aid
With a smile, we are repaid
Steve…Aka…The Old Sea Dog…©