He was a man that was born to fly. CDR Alec Blunden was flying as a teenager and carried his desires into one of the most prestigious branches of the military, the United States Navy. He entered the service at a young 18 and retired as a Commander in 1984. He was qualified to fly many aircraft and at one time was stationed on the Carrier USS Forrestal CVA-59. In his long career with the USN he earned The Distinguished Flying Cross and had over 7,688 confirmed flight hours. He also preformed 155 traps on the deck of an aircraft carrier. He was preceded in death by the love of his life, his wife Louise, who is buried beside him now for all eternity...... together again. (Interment date - November 16, 2004)
[Bio taken from National Aviation Museum Flight Log]
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 untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
author ---John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
[Bio taken from National Aviation Museum Flight Log]
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 untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
author ---John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
He was a man that was born to fly. CDR Alec Blunden was flying as a teenager and carried his desires into one of the most prestigious branches of the military, the United States Navy. He entered the service at a young 18 and retired as a Commander in 1984. He was qualified to fly many aircraft and at one time was stationed on the Carrier USS Forrestal CVA-59. In his long career with the USN he earned The Distinguished Flying Cross and had over 7,688 confirmed flight hours. He also preformed 155 traps on the deck of an aircraft carrier. He was preceded in death by the love of his life, his wife Louise, who is buried beside him now for all eternity...... together again. (Interment date - November 16, 2004)
[Bio taken from National Aviation Museum Flight Log]
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 untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
author ---John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
[Bio taken from National Aviation Museum Flight Log]
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 untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
author ---John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
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