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.
In his honor I am setting out Butterfield’s classic game RAF this weekend and making a special unit counter for the 85th Squadron.
May your skies always be clear and your air smooth!
Compare and contrast with a certain knighted motorcycling soldier with a greedy daughter. The last of the Few would never had been a willing stooge for the media. Rest in Peace.
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John Gillespie Magee Jr.
May your skies always be clear and your air smooth!
Always breaks my heart.