Under the definition of the Right Stuff, Chuck Yeager.

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 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.

If ever there was a man who possessed "The Right Stuff" it was Chuck.
A sad loss, but he achieved much and will be remembered

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Bob Smith
Member of Seti PIPPS (Pluto is a Planet Protest Society)
Somewhere in the (un)known Universe?

RIP

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

R.I.P.

R.I.P. :'-(


TL

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TimeLord04
Have TARDIS, will travel...
Come along K-9!
Join Calm Chaos

R.I.P.

Under the definition of the Right Stuff, Chuck Yeager.

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 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 by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr. an American pilot with the RCAF, died on 11 December 1941 during a training flight from the airfield near Scopwick, Lincolnshire.

R.I.P.

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