October 12, 2005
December 24, 1949 - October 10, 2005
Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend, Doth close behind him tread.
Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
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.
~ John G. Magee, Jr.’s poem “High Flight”