We've just started cleaning up from the exercise, and Graduation is set for 0900 on Friday - which could put me back at the Home Detachment around suppertime!
Have to clean out the barracks, the classrooms, the dayroom, and anything else we might have damaged over the two months we've been here...
Five of our kids are already headed for The Sandbox...
Kathy, here's a poem you might recognize...a beautiful combination of words we can all enjoy tonight.
"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 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.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. 1941
