He faced twelve pilots poised to deliver/ A blast such as the world had never known/ Volunteered for the slaying of Aram/ The trip from which no pilot would return

They circled him, intent, their crisp light blue shirts/ Ironed as if before a state dinner/ The dark blue Stars of David pointing out/ To every direction of the compass.

Each had said his goodbye and yet had not/ None could confess the mission upon them/ Just one last hug, one tighter embrace, and /One more wild promise to love forever