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Recovery
I am working the night shift, it's about two in the morning,
#2 Recovery Unit begins to go black without any warning.
Lil' Man, Ricky, Kenny, and I quickly race into action;
As Lil' Man ups the draft and raises the sprays just a fraction.
Adding just a touch of secondary and primary combustion air;
Keeping vigilance on the airports Kenny and I make a fine pair.
Slowly the combustion sequence is improved as this battle is won;
We silently congratulate ourselves on a job well done.
“The next time we'll get you!”, I heard the gremlins fuss;
We were victorious this time, so all they can do is cuss.
I am thankful for the quick response of a well trained crew;
Working on this boiler the battles have been more than a few.
I return to the office and settle back in; watching and waiting;
I relax for a moment and enjoy a cup of coffee; anticipating.
Ready to respond to the next emergency, whether big or small;
How will I react the next time; will I be beaten or stand tall?
22Jun08
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