"A salute to the person with scarred knuckles
and a heavy box of well kept tools.
Your hands brought the airplane from a
frail beginning to its rightful place as the
thundering giant of modern transportation.
Your skill is an accepted guarantee of safety
both for pilots and passengers.
Faith in your ability is a strong shield against
fear of those dangers that must lurk in the high places.
You bear the burden of absolute and unquestioning trust.
Not much of the glamor of aviation falls your way.
But you are big enough to shrug that off and put your
integrity on the line,
every time an aircraft leaves the ground.
You are saluted whenever you practice your skills.
You are the backbone of aviation."
The A & P Mechanic's Creed:
"UPON MY HONOR, I swear that I shall hold in sacred trust
the rights and privileges conferred upon me as a
certificated mechanic. Knowing full well that the safety
and lives of others are dependent upon my skill and judgment,
I shall never knowingly subject others to risks which I would
not be willing to assume for myself, or for those dear to me.
"IN DISCHARGING this trust, I pledge myself never to
undertake work or approve work which I feel to be beyond
the limits of my knowledge; nor shall I allow any
non-certificated superior to persuade me to approve aircraft
or equipment as airworthy against my better judgment;
nor shall I permit my judgment to be influenced by money
or other personal gain; nor shall I pass as airworthy aircraft
or equipment about which I am in doubt, either as a result of
direct inspection or uncertainty regarding the ability of others
who have worked on it to accomplish their work satisfactorily.
"I REALIZE the grave responsibility which is mine as a
certificated airman, to exercise my judgment on the airworthiness
of aircraft and equipment. I, therefore, pledge unyielding
adherence to these precepts for the advancement of aviation
and for the dignity of my vocation."
The following poem was deftly and unashamedly stolen from
HTTP://www.the-mechanic.com
THE FORGOTTEN MAN
Author Unknown
Through the history of world aviation When the first man started his labor The pilot was everyone's hero But for each of our flying heroes We all know the name of Lindbergh, Now, pilots are highly trained people So when you see the mighty jet aircraft
Many names have come to the fore,
Great deeds of the past in our memory will last
As they're joined by more and more.
in his quest to conquer the sky
He was a designer, mechanic and pilot,
and he built a machine that would fly.
He was bold, he was brave, he was grand,
As he stood by his battered old biplane
With his goggles in his hand.
There were thousands little renown,
And these were the men who worked on the planes
But kept their feet on the ground.
And we've read of his flight into fame,
But think, if you can, of his maintenance man,
Can you remember his name?
And wings are not easily won.
But without the work of the maintenance man
Our pilots would march with a gun.
As they mark their path through the air,
The grease-stained man with the wrench in his hand
Is the man who put them there.