We were merely kids,

when they gave us jets to fly.

Some battled academics,

can’t hide behind a lie.

Then up in the air,

instructors yelling yes and no.

A few short weeks later,

Proving we can fly solo.

We were merely kids,

but they gave us jets to fly!

Some battled alcohol,

stress of advancement so high.

Time for bigger jets,

but no extra time to learn.

Eat, breathe, fly, and sleep,

we have silver wings to earn.

We were merely kids,

and they gave us jets to fly.

Some battled ego,

gods dancing across the sky.

Time for graduation,

what assignments will we get?

Off to battle in combat,

are we ready for it yet?