Re: A day with my daughter
Frank - great comment ... lol
An ex-fighter jock pal sent this to me today. I am sure all of you recall the famous poem "High Flight" which was written by a Spitfire pilot in the RAF in WWII. Somehow, when I read this, I thought of Sven!
Low Flight
(Original Author Unknown - One version of this poem
was posted on rec.aviation.piloting on Aug. 2, 1994)
{ This edited version isfor F-4 Phantom jocks, our time is past}
Oh! I've slipped through the swirling clouds of dust,
a few feet from the dirt,
I've flown the Phantom low enough,
to make my bottom hurt.
I've TFO'd the deserts, hills, valleys
and mountains, where safe to do,
Frolicked in the trees,
where only flying squirrels flew.
Looked up at a lighthouse or two,
even disturbed the ram and ewe,
And done a hundred other things,
that you'd never want to do.
Just the guy in the back and me,
we’ve spent the night in terror of
things we could not see.
I've turned my eyes to heaven,
as I sweated through the flight,
Put out my hand and touched,
the master caution light.