Anthonius Gunawan: Aviation's hero

The trembling earth began to moan,

Yet in his tower, stood alone.

He spoke with calm while chaos grew,

A path for wings through falling blue.

Steel twisted in the quake’s command,

But still he held his post, unmanned.

One final call, one guiding breath,

To lift them clear of skyward death.

He leapt as silence crushed the frame,

His duty done, though none would blame.

The ground received him, cold and grim—

A final flight, not meant for him.

Now carved in steel and whispered air,

His name remains, beyond despair.

A soul who soared through mortal cost,

A voice that spoke while all seemed lost.