On Board With Boorda Poem by Bill Grace

On Board With Boorda



I have it on report I trust
That the Admiral on at least one occasion did not wear his rank
But even in an anonymous flight suit he held command.
(This story is from the greater family
- which I am sure is true -
Or I would not pass it on to you.)

This matter of an extra ribbon
That so enraged the press to kill him, I do not trust,
Though he himself would pull the trigger.
The press can be a ferocious sun
If you fly to close to them - at least two Navy they have claimed -
Best to leave the professionals to the professionals
And be open to their questions in letters
To which you will respond in kind.

Sunday, February 13, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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