As we who flew say: "He has flown west." There was a poem written by a 19 year old Royal Canadian Air Force Fighter Pilot named John Gillespie Magee, Jr., who mailed it to his parents in Canada the day before he was killed in action in WW1 and it has lived on all these many years. I am posting it in memory of John, a good man. The poem is:
'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 ever 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.