>Poem for the crew of Coast Guard 6017

>Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and to glide, to wheel and to spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And to know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of the day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.


Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether the brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I’d do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.
                                           -Gary Claude Stoker

From Lt. Cmdr. Sandra Peterson, chief, D17 administration and logistics, to the crew of the Coast Guard 6017 and read in remembrance at the memorial is Sitka July 13, 2010, by Cmdr. Doug Cameron, commanding officer Air Station Sitka.

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