There Are No Words…
Just this last week there was a discussion on WWDN about where we were when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded. None of us could have ever predicted anything remotely close would happen just 4 days later.
Most of us were aware, I’m sure, that the Columbia was up there; most of us probably assumed they would come home safely.
There are already people online scoffing and sneering, asking what the big deal is; they point out that more people die in car accidents every day, declare it to not be much of a tragedy. After all “only” seven people died.
If you don’t get it, I truly feel sorry for you.
If you don’t get it, you probably never will.
High Flight
by John Gillespie McGee, Jr.
No. 412 Squadron, RCAF
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.
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