William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD


Evening Drop - Drop Zone Alpha
Evening Drop - Drop Zone Alpha
Jumping into twilight skies that all paratroopers know
landing soft on silken wing on freshly fallen snow
A 510 set[1] and rucksack, snowshoes, and skis and more
with my C2[2] and winter whites we trained for a Northern war

I carried the old man’s binoculars, and his site map case
some extra stuff I carried whilst a’hurlting into space
I followed my toboggan, as it went out the door
We, the Airborne Brothers, of the 031[3] Infantry Corps

They disbanded my rifle battalion, the 1 QOR of C[4]
many Rifle buddies – went Airborne along with me
Mountain training, jungle fire lanes, at the AB Battle Schools
Rappelling skills – fire lane quick kills – learning the AB rules

Don Rochester[5] was the Airborne Boss
When he got injured we suffered a loss
I was with him on that fateful day
That man was Airborne all the way!

The MO said he wasn’t all that fine
so he took the boss off of the jump line
and after that they started the parades
for all the lads in the Infantry Trades

Off to Chinese studies I then went
at Carleton U, I got one hundred percent
To CFFLS[6], I then was sent
my Airborne days, all gone, all spent

Now I am old, and my hair is grey
I think about those Saint Michael[7]’s Days
Thirty dollars a month ‘twas the jump pay[8]
for the brothers of the maroon beret

Airborne all the way!


I was that which others did not want to be. I went where others feared to go. And did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness, should I fail. I have seen the face of terror, felt the cold sting of fear, and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment of love. I have cried, pained and hoped, but most of all I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say I was proud of what I was: AN AIRBORNE SOLDIER