Wayne Knorr, APR

Last Flight Home Through winter's grey and falling snow, On wings that bear a nation's sorrow, He comes at last to hallowed ground The runway where our heroes are found. Gear down on short final, Runway Two-Four, Trenton opens her arms once more. The approach lights glow like sentinels bright, Guiding a soldier through his final flight. No turbulence can touch him now, No enemy, no fight, no vow undone Just the steady hum of engines strong, Bringing a Canadian son back home where he belongs. Below, the reeds stand tall and still, The frozen earth, the iron will Of those who wait along the Highway's line, With flags and tears and love a sacred sign. Gunner Halmagean, your duty's through, The skies of Trenton welcome you. From distant lands where you gave your all, You answered your country's final call. Rest now, soldier. You are home. No more foreign fields to roam. Canada holds you, strong and true Her final flight was made for you. In honour of Gunner Sebastian Halmagean brought home on the wings of a grateful nation. - Chris Ecklund photo credit to Christopher Reid.