Another year has gone past so swiftly.
My thoughts, as always, are with the families and friends that were left behind.
I was in the RAF Club today, and found this on one of the walls.
I hope the sentiments help explain to the families why your boys sought to fly.
We miss them as you do, and will never forget them.
High Flight
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. (9 June 1922 – 11 December 1941)