Chiefs Poem by Bill Grace

Chiefs



They were Chiefs of Staff of the United States Air Force,
one was going out and one was coming in.
A mole was present. I share his story.

The two chiefs were riding in the back of a sedan. The outgoing chief outlined all he felt needed yet to be accomplished.
The incoming chief was not gracious to the outgoing chief.

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The incoming chief, this dogerill lover deeply admires, was not gracious.
He was not gracious to the old chief.
He was not gracious when breaking the average
of combat support in VietNam.
My General lives in the hearts of those he served.
The True Chief..

Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: patriot,vietnam,vietnam war,war
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is dedicated to General Fogleman. I was not the driver of
the Sedan who is my source for an event that was far far beyond my pay grade.
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