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During the dark 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 Hitler's Germany.
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 just 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. At the time, German bombers were crossing the English Channel with great regularity to attack Britain's cities and factories. Although the Battle of Britain was said to be over, the Luftwaffe was still keeping up deadly pressure on British industry and the country.
On September 3, 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 December 11, 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 Tangmere, England 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."
High Flight by John Magee
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunwards I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering 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 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.
In 1978, 79% of American’s 17 year olds had a driver’s license.
But by 2012, only 49% of 17 year olds had a driver’s license.
Is this just further evidence of the “Wussification” of America? It appears that the future hope of our nation would rather live in the world of virtual reality playing video games in mom and dad’s basement than actually getting out and experiencing the real world. What happened to getting a driver’s license - the symbolic right of passage into the adult world? “MAAAAAAAAA, don’t forget to buy me more Doritos and Mountain Dew!”
“Success isn't how far you got, but the distance you traveled from where you started.”
Always do right - this will gratify some and astonish the rest.
A WISE INVESTOR ABOVE ALL CONSIDERS EFFICIENCY, POWER AND LONGEVITY WHEN PURCHASING A SELF-PROPELLED CONVEYANCE OF GOODS AND PEOPLE.
THEREFORE HE WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE A DIESEL POWERED VEHICLE, AN HEIRLOOM TO BE PASSED TO THE GENERATIONS TO COME.
(All right, so maybe the wise philosopher didn’t say this, but we are pretty certain he would if he was alive today!)
“If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail.”
A classic Pontiac LeMans owner arrives at a Car Show early in order to get this good display spot.
Then, the next classic car, a '40 Ford shows up and grabs the second stall...
Next, this car plows through. She was texting while driving through the mall parking lot!!!
She was soooo busy texting, she didn't notice the curb and shrubs she was about to jump. She never touched the brake, and kept her foot on the gas pedal even after impact.
They live and text among us, folks.
“The true test of a man's character is what he does when he knows he won't get caught.”
“A government big enough to give you everything you want, is a government big enough to take from you everything you have.”
– Gerald Ford (August 12, 1974)
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.
Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustled.
Happiness depends more on the inward disposition of mind than on outward circumstances.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
“It is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer:
but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth.”
- Proverbs 20:14
Tired of being hassled by your stupid parents?
Move out, get a job
Pay your own bills….
While you still know
GUNS KILL PEOPLE LIKE
FORKS MAKE PEOPLE FAT