I originally wrote the following poem for my husband, Michael Wells who was in the US Air Force in the mid 1960's.
It was given to my friend Michele, who was married to an Air Force pilot by the name of Bill Stone. Bill was also a Corporal with the West Virginia State Police, had served as a pilot for the Governor of West Virginia, and was a Medivac helicopter pilot. Bill died in a helicopter crash on Cheat Mountain in West Virginia as he attempted to life-flight a seriously ill patient to a hospital on December 16, 1982.
Silver Wings is presented here today in appreciation of all the pilots who risk their lives for the sake of others, and in memory of Officer William Stone:
Corporal Carlen Bill Stone
Silver wings up in the air...
Like giant birds without a care.
Up, up, up, ... forever high,
They seem to touch the deep blue sky.
With a touch of Godly grace,
Their vast playground is all of space.
Like beautiful eagles, born to soar,
So are the boys ... of the U.S. Air Corps.
They place their lives in God's hand,
Like the fish of the sea and the souls of the land.
Leaving silvery trails of crystal smoke,
On silver wings ... they seem to float.
Over mountains high ... and valleys low,
They are the Air Force ... wherever they go.
To touch the silver lining of every cloud,
'Tis no wonder they are so proud.
In these hands we put our trust,
We know ... they will protect us.
They always live ... and sometimes die,
By their silver wings, up in the sky.
So we are proud to give our support,
To the Silver Wings ... of the U.S. Air Force.
Email of Interest:
----- Original Message -----
From: Missy Jones
Sent: Saturday, March 04, 2006 10:30 PM
Subject: Bill Stone and Silver Wings
I would like to introduce myself to you. My Name is Melissa D (Shahan) Jones.
I happened to run across your web page when I was on googles to check for information about my fathers death.
You see I am the youngest daughter of Alfred Shahan, the patient that Bill Stone was transporting to Charleston hospital, when their plane crashed. The date was December 16 1982.
I read your poem 'Silver Wings,' and I loved it.
I was 14 at the time of my father's death and always wondered what Mr. Stone and Mr. Dillon would have been like. In my mind still today, I believe they where my father's guarding angels, and gave their lives to try to save my father.
It was a very tragic day for three different family's.
If there is any way that you can send my thanks to Bill Stone's family, I would appreciate it very much.
Melissa Shahan Jones
173 ***** Street
******, WV *****
[** I delivered Melissa's message to Bill Stone's widow in November of 2006: // Bonnie]
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Bonnie M. Wells