Larnaca
Mamish was a friend and colleague
-we flew Hercules for Iran
-both of us, in a way
-not exactly the same
-were against…
Mamish was partner
-we bought car in States
-it was left in a base; McGuire
-we drove to market
-flying ULF took us there
-went around as needed
-no payment for taxi
-both of us shared respect
-in flights and elsewhere
-when heading for Rome we
-had crack in windshield
-we declared; had to land…
-tricked and chose Cyprus…
British was airport, not open to the rest
-lucky we with great excuse
-emergency landing, paved the way
-what a chance to open eyes to much,
-country was war torn
-displaced Lebanese were in mass
-ran away from war in Lebanon
-rode the sharing taxis
-the local youths escaped
-and mothers in black
-saw them out with tears
Both Mamish and myself
-took those days as school
-visited the airport, Larnaca
-Limassol as city growing
-Nicosia and of course
-Pafos as birthplace of Venus
Oh those days…
-Brits kept a devilish grip!
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