First came the convoy, striders of steel, Five ATTs with cannons that squeal. I cracked their legs, their columns fell, Metal to scrap, in a blazing hell. Then banners rose, one, then two, The anthem thundered, the sky turned blue. Third flag climbed while bots stormed tight, I fell once — revived — dove back to fight. The banner was raised, the mission done, But clearing the bots was a war not won. No low orbit, no Eagles to call, My Destroyer hung silent, forsaking it all. The Pelican swooped, but its mercy was thin, Engines roaring, it refused me in. They’re infamous pilots, cold as the void, Leaving brothers behind is a duty employed. So Nor stood proud in the iron rain, A solo dive etched in memory’s vein. FREEDOM FOREVER!! io