A Girl's flight path.

Four thirty in morning. Fourteen of age.

A girl wakes up to deliver front page.

Bringing the print to houses to read.

Airliners to fly, her soul does plead.

Saves enough money to get the first flight.

At the airport, the one-fifty, a beautiful sight.

That large red "N" number etched in her brain.

Big Red, she named it, and in it, she will train.

After school, she works in a delicatessen.

So, she can buy lesson after lesson.

Teaching grows great now. Hour by hour.

Becomes a master at talking to the tower.

The flight test comes. The day is bright.

License in her hand, a beautiful sight.

In school long days to get a degree.

Her dream of flying doesn’t come free.

Through the ratings, her skills do grow.

To be an airline pilot, this she does know.

She came home one long night, on TV to see.

They attacked our country. Tried to kill you and me.

After giving a very long true cry.

The Air Force. She will give a try.

Accepted, tested, and worked through school.

Proved to her classmates, She’s no fool.

Given her Wings, pinned on her chest.

She is now flying, with all of the best.

Handed assignments, with many great men.

She will wrestle and wrangle the mighty A-Ten.

First saw her plane. Thought pretty and nifty.

Beautiful, she thought, just like her one-fifty.

Her first mission. Soldiers under fire.

For their future was grave and very dire.

Fear this woman the enemy should heed.

From 1,000 feet she can hit a centipede.

She rolls in on target, enemy in sight.

Pulls the trigger, uranium takes flight.

She sees the action and the target explode.

Quickly the enemy morale does erode.

Our soldiers were saved, their blood not shed.

At that moment she named her Hog "Big Red."

Flew many missions, day and night.

Every one, she never had a fright.

Holes like Swiss cheese, sometimes her plane.

Courage in her flights, always did it remain.

Duty completed; she resigned her commission.

To be a mom was her next volition.

One and then twins are what she had.

Love for a child made her so glad.

She thought combat was all so tough.

Try raising three with all their guff.

When kids old enough to stay with Kin.

She still had this calling from within.

Like God was calling her to fly tin cans.

Her confidence was still, with steady hands.

She applied to all the big, top carriers.

Replies were many, there were no barriers.

She accepted the one with service the best.

Another set of wings was pinned to her chest.

Sat Right Seat, Officer first.

Didn’t care, it quenched her thirst.

Being pushed from behind in the Jet Stream.

An Airline Pilot, she achieved her dream!

Kasey Dann.