Poem

[Gina]

Just wanted to share this poem I found

"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 windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

[IassaFTots]

Every time I read that, I think of Reagan after Challenger.  RIP all.

The chaplain at Quantico read it for my Dad too.  RIP Dad.

[Eupher]

In the Sixties, when there was no cable TV and we had all of 4 channels to select from, I remember this poem being read just before the National Anthem was played -- about 2 a.m. or so.

Then the test pattern was shown and you got that plus static until the station came on line at 6 a.m.

It was usually the signal to go to frickin' bed already! 

[mamacags]

Love it!

[Thor]

In the Sixties, when there was no cable TV and we had all of 4 channels to select from, I remember this poem being read just before the National Anthem was played -- about 2 a.m. or so.

Then the test pattern was shown and you got that plus static until the station came on line at 6 a.m.

It was usually the signal to go to frickin' bed already! 

Our stations signed off around midnight and were on at 0600 usually. Then, in the mid 70s, when I was stationed in Norfolk, they would sign off around 0200. That really sucked because I was working afternoons most of the time. Now the ****ers don't sign off at all, nor do they even play the National Anthem at specified times. They just switch to ****in infomercials.