sorry about your loss slimland. i have often wonder how you were doing. i am not on here as much as i used to be, but still check in every now and again. again, my condolences and will keep you and your family in my prayers.

Well Hog at least your still around to make me laugh.. I love Little big man.. that is one of my all time favorites.. You know if you would get out of that cold ass north, and move to this hot ass south.. your bones might not hurt as much.. I really cant say anything on breathing, cause we have nothing but dust storms lately here in West Texas, that and Fires

Thank you Roses, that means a lot to me.. and I will try not to be a stranger.. Don't know what I would talk about though, over the years we all pretty much covered and argued our thoughts.. I am not funny like RoadHog, but we will see maybe something will catch my attention again..

You know Mommee I remember when you came to this board.. and You have always been great to me. Thank you.. I have noticed a lot of people not on here anymore.

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 footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941