Ode to the F-111

I’m no Keats or Wadsworth but here’s a brief ode to the wonderful and under appreciated F-111 Aardvark. Enjoy!

Behind sweeping wings Pratt & Whitneys churn

The Aardvark sits ready to fly

With a thumping roar we dump and burn

And scream into the sky

Whether flying high with ECM or low with heavy munitions

The Aardvark rends the sky and leaves sound behind

Mach numbers breaking the needle at 2.5

The Engineers behind this beast are mathematic magicians

A beautiful machine from well-trained minds

When you’re flying in an Aardvark you know that you’re alive.


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