USO Canteen FReeper Style ....High Flight .... October 30,2002

FRiends of the USO Canteen FReeper Style and Snow Bunny

[Snow Bunny]

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The USO Canteen FReeper Style
Delivering a Touch of Home

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A Touch of Home

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This is how I think of the USO Canteen 
Freeper Style. It is like a cottage down a road,
a place where a weary veteran can spend the night. 

Since it opened, it is magical how so many
Freepers who post here, feel it too. 
It has been so dear how the Freepers
kept making it a cottage - a home-type of 
place that had a huge living room
for them to visit in and a dance floor, 
a library, etc. 

Many Veterans have written to me, 
saying that the Canteen is like home
to them for the first time since they 
served. 

This is your Canteen -
a respite from our busy 
and sometimes troubling world. 
Make yourself at home.

Snow Bunny

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If you know a Veteran, someone in your family, 
friend of the family, neighbor, who served their  
country, take a brief moment of your day to thank 
them. 

Thank them for the sacrifice they made
for the better good of their country.

We at Free Republic, and the USO Canteen FReeper 
Style, are thankful for every service member 
in our military, who has served our great nation.

So, to the men and women who answered the call,
In both times of war and peace, thank you.

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Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. 

John McCrae 

High Flight

High Flight was composed by
Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr.,
an American serving with the
Royal Canadian Air Force.

He was born in Shanghai, China
in 1922, the son of missionary
parents, Reverend and Mrs. John
Gillespie Magee; his father was an
American and his mother was
originally a British citizen.

He came to the U.S. in 1939
and earned a scholarship to Yale,
but in September 1940 he enlisted
in the RCAF and was graduated as
a pilot. He was sent to England for
combat duty in July 1941.

In August or September 1941,
Pilot Officer Magee composed
High Flight

He then sent a copy to his parents.
Several months later, on
December 11, 1941 his Spitfire
collided with another plane over
England and Magee, only 19 years
of age, crashed to his death.

Supermarine Spitfire Mk.Vc

His remains are buried in the
churchyard cemetery at Scopwick, Lincolnshire.

The poem, High Flight, has over
the years become a mantra to pilots.
It is a tribute to, and in memory of
pilots of all generations.

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 unsurpassed 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

[MoJo2001]

Good evening, bentfeather!!

[Soaring Feather]

You should have called a toe truck!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Hiya zip. I hope you had a good day today. I know it's night where you are already and I missed you this morning, but thank you for your service to our country. And thanks too for getting in the face of those peaceniks! You make us so proud, and the troops really appreciate it too.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Linda, somebody broke the internet again today. Did you ever find the culprit? My tank is the only thing that let me get even a little ways. And even then I had to mow a few things down.

[MoJo2001]

Hi!! BUPPY!! WOOHOO!! Great to see you!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, bentfeather!!

Hey MoJo,

Have I said hello to you yet today?

[Kathy in Alaska]

RIP Lt Nevarez RIP Lt Korkowski RIP Lt Shubzda RIP Lt Benson

[Kathy in Alaska]

Duchess, you know I worry. Somebody has to do it. You just got over the punnies. Do you really want to get them again because you wore your jammies instead of warm clothes?

[Kathy in Alaska]

Duchess, you know I worry. Somebody has to do it. You just got over the punnies. Do you really want to get them again because you wore your jammies instead of warm clothes?

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks for breakfast this morning, and for keeping the kitchen open for a LONG time. It took forever to get there.

[Kathy in Alaska]

[tomkow6]

... I had it once and nearly lost my

mind!

But I have MANY!

[DaughterOfAnIwoJimaVet]

Oh, okay...

[tomkow6]

Luv ya, girl!

((((((((((((((BIG WET, SLOPPY KISS!)))))))))))))

[Kathy in Alaska]

Redhead, I hope you can come with the night crew for our fire engine ride this evening. You look smashing with your pom-poms. We are such a quiet and shy group that having a cheerleader along should liven things up.

[Soaring Feather]

But I have MANY!

Minds?

Ooooo00000hhhh

[Radix]

She shoots; she scores!

Kathy 2 Radix 1


I'll fix you my pretty!