In addition to being the Aircraft Maintenance Control
Officer and the Officer in Charge of the Aircraft Recovery Team, Lieutenant
Payne had the knack for writing poetry. He was dubbed the squadron's
Poet Laureate and wrote under the pen name of SS (aka) "Snake Shit."
Here is one of the many poems he wrote depicting service with the "Purple Foxes."
Whoever heard of a flying Fox? Nay say you - aye say I, so listen lads to a tale so true, 'bout some Marines - just a few, who flew the skies of Vietnam to support the policy of old Uncle Sam.
Pilots, Crew Chiefs, and Gunners too - Doctors, Corpsmen, and a Mustang or two, gathered under the sign of the Fox; Purple he was, with a tongue so red, big bright eyes and he who said:
"GIVE A SHIT"
Now Jane of Hanoi, the "Canadian
Brigade", Draft Dodgers, Rhodes Scholars, and
all who said NAY - should bow in shame;
What was this crew, this wonderful
few - really like! One must
"Ah, come on guys, you gotta start taking me seriously."
All Foxes are brothers, they are all the same
- heroic, irreverent,
They didn't like Wingies, Biggies, Staff Pukes, Fixed Wing Heroes, and above all - they would suffer no phonies or fools!!
Pappa Fox - they would follow to hell, their souls entrusted to God and their crew; sacred and brave they flew and flew - no man in this day and time could repeat that path they trod, no man - no man.
Some Foxes will remain forever young, the rest are here now, to toast those fine - those few. Peace is here now - we have paid our due, I'd personally like to go back in a B-52!
So lads, raise a glass on high for the Fox who flew in that harsh Asian sky - he flew to glory - some may ask why: so many could live - so fewer would die. Now some units have this - others have that - actually Bullshit repeated in mass, nothing remembered, nothing to last - but we are Foxes - we go on and on - 'till the shadow of life grows long - and all we ask - IS ONE MORE VERSE OF THE PHU BAI SONG!
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