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Country music artist Dwayne O'Brien performed his song "We Remember" at the annual convention of
Country music artist Dwayne O'Brien performed his song "We Remember" at the annual convention of
The International Council of Air Shows in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The International Council of Air Shows in Las Vegas, Nevada.
I hope that you'll share this with friends and family who appreciate America's aviation legacy and
I hope that you'll share this with friends and family who appreciate America's aviation legacy and
All that our country's airborne warriors have done to defend our country.
All that our country's airborne warriors have done to defend our country.
"Once you have tasted flight,
"Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward,
you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been and there you will long to return!"
for there you have been and there you will long to return!"
HIGH FLIGHT
HIGH FLIGHT
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew . . .
Where never lark or even eagle flew . . .
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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