May. 25, 2019

WE LIVE....BECAUSE OTHERS WERE WILLING TO DIE.

IT'S TIME TO HONOR THOSE WHO DIED FOR OUR FREEDOM.

This is Memorial Day weekend, a  national holiday for most people; a time for outdoor fun, recreation, picnicing and travel... but in reality....Memorial Day is the time to honor our Veterans, those who gave the ultimate sacrifice---their lives--- to keep  AMERICANS FREE.

Recently, I discovered an internet site with a surprising collection of original poems...all written FOR AND ABOUT soldiers. What beautiful thoughts and straight-from-the-heart writings...some even written by those who proudly served in our military. It reminded me--- I owe my life to those who pledge to protect America from those who wish to do us harm. Whenever or wherever I see a man or woman in uniform...I never-fail to say "Thank You, for your service." That's the very-least I can do.  I owe them my life.

We must not take our Freedom For Granted. Our Freedom cost the lives of countless American Soldiers.  I challenge you to "NEVER FORGET." 

Please read my favorite poem---"HIGH FLIGHT" --written by a young pilot who lost his life at the age of nineteen...but whose words remain inspirational for millions...around the world:


High Flight
By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
(A sonnet written by John Gillespie Magee, an American pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force in the Second World War. He came to Britain, flew in a Spitfire squadron, and was killed at the age of nineteen on 11 December 1941 during a training flight from the airfield near Scopwick.)



Portions Of This Lovely Poem Appear On The Headstones
 Of Many Interred In Arlington National Cemetery,
Particularly Aviators And Astronauts



"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.
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."

High Flight was composed by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee,  Jr., an American serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was born in Shanghai, China in 1922, the son of missionary parents,  Reverend and Mrs. John Gillespie Magee; his father was an American and his mother was originally a British citizen.

 He came to the U.S. in 1939 and earned a scholarship to Yale, but in September 1940 he enlisted in the RCAF and was graduated as a pilot. He was sent to England for combat duty in July 1941.

In August or September 1941, Pilot Officer Magee composed High Flight and sent a copy to his parents. Several months later, on December 11, 1941 his Spitfire collided with another plane over England and Magee, only 19 years of age, crashed to his death.

His remains are buried in the churchyard cemetery at Scopwick, Lincolnshire.

Biography and photo courtesy of the United States Air Force