Jacksonville Military Museum. ©

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Monday to Friday 9.00 to 5.00 Saturday  10.00 to 5.00

The two giants roared as they buckled and fell

Now only silence and ash were left to witness the living hell

We whispered prayers quiet and low… Please God…

Please…Let no one be trapped and suffering below   

As a child I ignored the hum that came from our sky

Only glancing on occasion and asking…

“How could something so big and so fat ever manage to fly?”   

But now the Big Herks sat silent as if holding their breath

Together…we wondered what was coming…and what would be next   

For seven nights I lay down to sleep…

No comforting hum from your engines… only the silence…dark and deep Then…ever so slowly your hum returns to our skies…

the sound of the C-130…  sweeter to me than any mother’s lullaby   

Now comfort comes to me thru the dark night

the hum of the Herk whispers… “Sleep in peace till morning light…

the C-130s fly the skies tonight.”

“Today…there were no attacks and thousands did not die…

hate did not rule nor spread it’s vicious lies”   

I turn away from the window as I lay my head down

and saying a prayer… I thank God for that high lonesome sound

I know all is safe in America… my home

because I hear the C-130 and it’s sweet distant drone   

And we resolve that these shall not have died in vain

We pray faith, hope and love washes away our terrible pain

and just as the sound of the Herk comes from above

so does the greatest of these…God’s Ever Lasting Love   

God Bless the men and women of the Little Rock Air Force Base

And God Bless the USA - Amen…and Amen    

SEVEN NIGHTS