Jim Saler - Pilot
By Danielle Saler
Today my mother's heart stopped beating
Today I told God I stopped believing
Everyone's speaking these foreign words, I can not comprehend
Nothing can make me understand
Everything in this world has gone wrong
For the few twelve hours you've been gone
You left so much behind
I can feel your touch on the inside
Our screams and crying can't bring you back home
I love you so much but I hate God for you leaving us alone
I hope you can hear me
I hope you can feel me
Wait for me....wait for us
As we send our love
We all feel so lost without you
No one knows what to do
I'm trying to collect everything of you I can remember
This hot summer has turned to a cold December
I want you to know I will sing for you
I want you to know I will live for you
No one can ever take your place
I pray to God I will never forget your face
My heart begins to sink
As I write these thoughts down with blue ink
Your favorite color....the same as your lover
Remember that's what you used to call mom
And as I close this broken song
Remember you are never forgotten
You're my hero
Chrissy's hero and Natalie's hero
Your're grandma and grandpa's son
And mom....you were the one.
I love you deeply
Goodnight Daddy....dream sweetly
Relatives and friends paid tribute
Saler, 40, of Pueblo West was among
three crew members killed when the helicopter that served
Saler also was remembered for his love
of flying helicopters, both as a soldier in the Army and later as a
medical helicopter pilot. Rielly,
who first worked with Saler as a pilot and later as the director of
operations for CareFlight, said his first impression of Saler when he
joined the flight line was the desire he had for flying. He
said whenever Saler took a first look at the helicopter he would be
flying, "he had the biggest smile and the brightest eyes. He was
excited to fly." Rielly said there were times he'd be training with
Saler and would wonder who the teacher was. "
In a tribute to her father, Danielle Saler read a poem she wrote the night her father died. "You left so much behind. I can feel your touch on the inside," she read. "Our screams and crying can't bring you back home. I love you so much but I hate God for you leaving us alone." Danielle, who wore her father's military dog tags around her neck and his pilot's wings pinned to her blouse, went on to say, "I want you to know I will sing for you. I want you to know I will live for you. No one can ever take your place, I pray that I will never forget your face." She ended by saying, "you are my hero, Chrissy's hero, Natalie's hero, grandma and grandpa's son, and to mom, you were the one. I love you deeply. Goodnight daddy, dream sweetly."
The service concluded with a video about
Saler's life, which ended with a picture of three white crosses at the
crash site and the words: "May your spirits soar over us
By LT Jack Miller NC, USNR:
James P. Saler, known
affectionately to us as
entered the military service in June of 1983 after he graduated from
high school in
In the military realm, we
call an individual that advances though the enlisted ranks to become an
officer a Mustang. Now, the
definition of a Mustang is a small, hardy, independent wild horse.
Except for being small, I find this definition somewhat fitting.
Vince once said: When once you
have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned
skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return.
After the Army, it was only natural for
Jim was in awe of what his military and civilian medical crews could do. He wouldn’t say it, but it was evident by the detailed questions of the whats and hows that he would ask. He never expressed how much he was concerned for our patients, but it was obvious by the way he would follow every patient into the ER, OR, or Cath Lab. But his awe for us was most evident in the pride he expressed when he talked about Janet going to nursing school. His eyes would light up every time he talked about her and her classes. I remember during Christmas…..he was so excited…..he pulled me aside and asked me what to get her. I suggested a stethoscope….He said, “A what?” I just giggled and we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping online for a Littman or DRG stethoscope. I found out last night….that he had kept pestering Janet by trying to make her guess what he got her. He had put enough thought into it that he had given her one with her favorite color of blue and had it engraved.
took credit for the contribution that he made. There was a flight not too
long ago, where Adeline and I were given the mission of flying a patient
that was experiencing a dissecting aortic aneurysm.
was not only dedicated to his country and his family; he was dedicated to
his crews. On the back of
flight story… Pat, Bill, and I (I was orientating Bill) were given a
was not just our pilot, he was our friend and he was our brother.
He was also my sergeant, despite being commissioned as a warrant
officer; he was still a sergeant at heart.
Upon hearing of my potential and future deployment, unlike others
who were trying to figure out ways of keeping me home,