Middle of nowhere, not a soul is in sight,
I'm alone far from help in a terrible fright,
Marooned yesterday and all through the night.
Weakened and failing, dealt a heavy hard blow,
Then a thumping and rumbling rattling low, 
Creeps through the quiet and steadily grows.

Now the feet of a giant appear overhead,
With a deafening roar beating down latent dread,
Tells me help is at hand, and safety ahead.
The jolly green giant called out to assist,
Searching the morn' that frost's icy lips kissed,
Pararescueman watching ensures nothing's missed. 
 
He sees me and motions to show me he knows,
Then out of the doorway he rapidly goes,
Down a cable to meet me while rotor-wash blows.
A rapid assessment - thinks I'm stable and then,
He straps me in harness and upwards I spin,
While twisting in air I am pulled safely in.  

Just a minute, no more, and my rescuer's back,
From a hover we drop to a zig-zagging track,
Dodging through treetops to avoid an attack.
Back to safety and comfort and a happier time,
Relieved and or'whelmed I wipe tears from my eye,
So grateful for giants that fly through the sky.

In case there are any experts out there who want to critique this picture… it isn’t of a rescue operation. The helicopter is from the 210RQS from the Alaska Air National Guard. It is a rescue craft and crew, however in this case it was rigged up to carry a sling-load of batteries and other equipment to a remote instrumentation site in the Alaskan bush – hence no guns on the mount and the exposed cargo hook. Thankfully, I never ended up in a situation where the helicopter had to fight it’s way in.