Robert Hewett Sr.
Some things never change
for Old Thangs.
My dog, his name is Jack,
is a semi- Old Thang.
I made up a song for him.
"What are we gonna
do with a dog named Jack,
He runs away and then
He wants to fight big
dogs, Coyotes and such.
He barks to share my bed
but sheds too much."
I saw some pretty young
thangs age 50 or so.
A long range plan for me
A short range plan is the
end of this sentence.
So itís goodbye to
young Thangs, old hobbies,
And hello to old things
like failing eyesight.
Some things are still
young, like dreams,
A smile on the face of a
friend or stranger,
My tomato plans are doing
My dadís observation on
"Once a man twice a
I will settle for that.
BOB HEWETT is 86 years of age and
writes poems, short stories, humor and satire along with accounts of
his fatherís story telling skill. Hewett has been named poet of
the month on three online writing groups and poet of the year on
another. He has published 3 children books. His work has appeared in
numerous anthologies. His website is roberthewettsr.hubpages.com
out at 25,000 feet?
early days with the Army Special Forces I
served in Bad Tolz, Germany. Here I commanded a High Altitude Low
Opening (HALO) parachute team. The problem. When the battalion
Commander assigned me to the team, I wasnít HALO qualified! So I
had to attend a HALO course taught by my team.
Shortly after I graduated from the course, a tasking came down
through U.S. Army Europe (USAREUR), for the Group to provide
Military Free Fall training for the Danish Jaegerkorps. I would be
returning to Augsburg, Denmark, where I had participated in a large
Unconventional Warfare exercise four years ago. Hey, it was a dirty
job but . . .
When we got to Augsburg and met our students, standing in the group
was my old swim buddy, Preven Jorgensen. Preven and I had swum back
and forth from one island to the other during a Flintlock exercise
five years ago. Small world it was.
We jumped from several different aircraft while conducting HALO
training for the Danes. I particularly liked jumping from the old
McDonnell Douglas C-47. However, most of our jumps occurred from an
MC-130, a C-130 especially modified for Special Operations. Our
highest jump was 25,500 feet, falling two minutes at 120 MPH before
we pulled our ripcords.
I can remember seeing my shadow racing up at me as I plunged through
a thin cloud cover below. Weird. At the end of the course, the Danes
awarded us their parachute badge, and we reciprocated by awarding
them ours. We had recently conducted parachute operations with the
Germans, and I had been awarded their parachute badge as well. I now
had jump wings from four different foreign countries.
By the time I retired, I had earned five foreign parachute badges
and conducted well over 200 parachute jumps from twelve different
aircraft! It wasóthe most fun I ever had with my clothes on!
Davisís publishing credits include Poets Forum, The Carolina
Runner, Triathlon Today, Georgia Athlete, The Fayetteville Observerís
Saturday Extra, A Loving Voice Vol. I and II, Special Warfare.,
and Winston-Salem Writersí POETRY IN PLAIN SIGHT program for May
2013 (poetry month). Heís authored the following books: The
Life and Times of Rip Jackson; A childrenís coloring book, Pickaberry
Pigís First Day of School, The Patrol Order; and an action
adventure novel, The R-complex. Tom has completed
his memoir, The Most Fun I ever Had With My Clothes: On A March
from Private to Colonel. He lives in Webster, NC.