Thou art an eagle, thou dost belong to the sky; and not to the earth, stretch forth your wings and fly.
"Papa" "Pops" Major-Command Pilot United States Air Force; Married Raedell "Bunny" Bunn --
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 foothless halls of air. Up, up the delirious burning blue. I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark nor 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. by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.