For My Father
Our Hero

My father's favorite poem.
It hung in his room for as long as I can remember.
It's still hanging there & always will.
He was very proud to be a member of
The U.S. Army Air Corps








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 untrespassed sanctity of space,
 Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.




John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

My father getting one of his many
 medals in World War II, 1944