"The Forgotten Rock"

Across this great United States
Shemya is the spot
Where we are doomed to spend our time
In the land that God forgot.

So here among the dogs and rats
Where men have set their brew
Out in the middle of nowhere
A million miles from you.

We sweat, we starve, we stink, and freeze
It's more than normal men can stand
We're not exactly convicts
Just defenders of our land.

Way up north in the land of ice and snow
This island lies, where I once had to go,
Two by four, an airstrip, and a dock
A tiny place that we call "The Rock."

We belong to the United States Air Force
Earning our monthly pay
Guarding people with millions
For a measly $2.50 a day.

We stay up here 12 long months
A sentence we all hate
And we only live for our return
To the lower "48."

Nobody knows we're here
nobody gives a damn.
We're just a bunch of flyboys
Who belong to Uncle Sam.

But when we pass those Pearly Gates
We'll hear St. Peter yell
"Step up men of Shemya,
You've spent your time in hell."

Author: Unknown