An Ao's Poem

[firehawkordy 34]

I don't know who wrote this or when,but it was sent to me by a fellow AO

and it's just as true now as when it was penned.

So this is for all the Ammo Troops and Ordies, we know who we are. ;)

 

The Life of an "AO"

It's always the way

And an average by law

We can work til hands

Or our backs are quite sore

Then back to the shop

No compaints, not a sound

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

If the ammo's expended

On the morning patrol

When the pilots return

A quick refill's our goal

Then we pack all our gear

For the shop we are bound

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

On a dive bombing hop

We load all the racks

Then the pilots take off

To make their attacks

Then back to the shop

We' re all smiles, not a frown

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

If the synchronized guns

Are not firing just right

They give us no reason

Hell, that's our plight

Then we weed out the trouble

So they'll fire every round

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

If the sights need adjusting

Or a bomb rack that sticks

Well that is our baby

Cause we know all the tricks

We can check on a plane

From the top, to the ground

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

If the bomb trucks foul up

And we haven't a jeep

Well, that's no excuse

Cause we still have our feet

Then back to the shop

We report what we've found

Then Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

 

Now don't get us wrong

We're not beating our gums

But it seems mighty funny

The way our luck runs

We can work 20 hours

And no one is around

Then the Gunner walks in

And we are all sitting down

~ Anonymous