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.
Reader - be spaered the exact vocabulary and issues.
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..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem