February 1, 2003, 11:43 PM
Check the web site out, A Shuttle Tribute
February 1, 2003, 11:51 PM
Thank you, Monty Fisher. Old soldier, thank you for the link.
May God bless our heroes!
February 2, 2003, 02:30 AM
No, SEVEN new stars over Texas.
They all know there's a chance of something like this happening, or what happened to Challenger. They were like police officers, firefighters, and soldiers -- doing a risky job to benefit mankind. They knew the risks, but disregarded them like the professionals they were.
May God receive them, and comfort their families with the knowledge that they died doing what they loved to do.
February 2, 2003, 12:04 PM
There is a poem by a pilot with the line; "....slipped the surly bonds of Earth and touched the face of GOD.....", the seven have done that. My prayers are said for them, their families and friends.
February 2, 2003, 01:30 PM
During this time of uncertainty in the rest of the world these 7 (and those others ready to take their place in future space exploration missions) allow us to remember there are those out there pursuing a betterment in the world. The list of fallen heroes continues to grow :(
God Bless them & may God continue to bless America
February 2, 2003, 02:44 PM
Old Soldier - Thanks for posting. Gonna forward to a few.
Just learned this morning that wife's sister graduated Amarillo High School in 1975 with Rick Husband. In choir together. All-State competions, musicals and trip to Austria.
Prayers for all.
February 2, 2003, 02:54 PM
Jim the poem you referenced, is "High Flight" By John Gillepie Magee Jr. and here is the full text
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 ever 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.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr
here is teh story of who Magee was asn how the poem came about.
_During the desperate days of the Battle of Britain, hundreds of Americans crossed the border into Canada to enlist with the Royal Canadian Air Force. Knowingly breaking the law, but with the tacit approval of the then still officially neutral United States Government, they volunteered to fight the Nazis.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was one such American. Born in Shanghai, China, in 1922 to an English mother and a Scotch-Irish-American father, Magee was 18 years old when he entered flight training. Within the year, he was sent to England and posted to the newly formed No 412 Fighter Squadron, RCAF, which was activated at Digby, England, on 30 June 1941. He was qualified on and flew the Supermarine Spitfire.
Flying fighter sweeps over France and air defense over England against the German Luftwaffe, he rose to the rank of Pilot Officer.
On 3 September 1941, Magee flew a high altitude (30,000 feet) test flight in a newer model of the Spitfire V. As he orbited and climbed upward, he was struck with the inspiration of a poem -- "To touch the face of God."
Once back on the ground, he wrote a letter to his parents. In it he commented, "I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed." On the back of the letter, he jotted down his poem, 'High Flight'.
Just three months later, on 11 December 1941 (and only three days after the US entered the war), Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was killed. The Spitfire V he was flying, VZ-H, collided with an Oxford Trainer from Cranwell Airfield flown by one Ernest Aubrey. The mid-air happened over the village of Roxholm which lies between RAF Cranwell and RAF Digby, in the county of Lincolnshire at about 400 feet AGL at 11:30. John was descending in the clouds. At the enquiry a farmer testified that he saw the Spitfire pilot struggle to push back the canopy. The pilot, he said, finally stood up to jump from the plane. John, however, was too close to the ground for his parachute to open. He died instantly. He was 19 years old.
Part of the official letter to his parents read, "Your son's funeral took place at Scopwick Cemetery, near Digby Aerodrome, at 2:30 P.M. on Saturday, 13th December, 1941, the service being conducted by Flight Lieutenant S. K. Belton, the Canadian padre of this Station. He was accorded full Service Honors, the coffin being carried by pilots of his own Squadron."
John's parents were living in Washington D.C. at the time, and the sonnet was seen by Archibald MacLeish, who was Librarian of Congress. He included it in an exhibition of poems called 'Faith and Freedom' in February 1942. And after that it was widely copied and distributed. These copies vary widely in punctuation, layout, and capitalization, as I found out from readers! The original is in the Manuscript Division of the Library of Congress,
just thought you folks might want to know....
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