Fifty Years On By the late poet, William Brendan MacPhillips Member, Sampson Air Force Base Veterans Association
Fifty Years On
A half century today is time We didnít see until it passed us by. We men, some only boys, and groggy, climb Down off the bus not really sure just why.
We raised our hands the night before to swear To be what here, in loose formation, we Did not appear good prospects for the dare, The dare that we defend the world thatís free.
From Whitehall Street* to Sampson Air Force Base Those fifty years are fogged by all that past. The names and faces of us hard to trace And yet are there beneath the things that last; A generation unsung, yet we wore The oath, the uniform, and pride we swore.
* Whitehall Street, New York City, was the main recruiting station for the area