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Chuck Yeager, the first man to break the sound barrier, dead at 97
Chuck Yeager, the historic test pilot portrayed in the movie “The Right Stuff,” is dead at the age of 97, according to a tweet posted on his account late Monday. "It is w/ profound sorrow, I must tell you that my life love General Chuck Yeager passed just before 9pm ET," said the tweet, attributed to his wife, actress Victoria Scott D'Angelo. "An incredible life well lived, America’s greatest Pilot, & a legacy of strength, adventure, & patriotism will be remembered… (www.foxnews.com) Más...Sort type: [Top] [Newest]
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,
Patricularly Aviators And Astronauts
So lovely, Sir Tim, that you connected these words to such an amazing inspiration to so many aviators, myself included. General Yeager would be proud. God bless.
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,
Patricularly Aviators And Astronauts
So lovely, Sir Tim, that you connected these words to such an amazing inspiration to so many aviators, myself included. General Yeager would be proud. God bless.
Thank you for posting that. Very appropriate.
Very nice Tim. He deserves it.
RIP Chuck Yeager, the pilot every other pilot wanted to be!
Very well stated!
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."