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Above: Airplanehunters.org | Sweden Stage B | Posted: 20 July 2019
(WW2 Handley Page Halifax bomber undergoing initial recovery from a watery grave.)
An abridged version of the Internet article about the June 2019 Coronation Review of the Fleet Commemoration and Anniversary Flight appears on pages 16 through 19 of the December 2019 issue of The Dispatch. (This digital edition link of the print publication was distributed worldwide on Christmas Eve 2019.)
Above: And They Dreamed of the Skies video by James Blondeau,
The Last Full Measure, the true story of Air Force Cross & Medal of Honour recipient U.S. Air Force Airman 1st Class William H. Pitsenbarger, Jr., will soon be in theatres.
Above: Rebuilding a Handley Page Halifax Heavy Bomber in Canada.
Above: RCAF CF-18 Hornets on the flightline at Holloman Air Force Base New Mexico, on 13 February 2018. USAF photo by Senior Airman Chase Cannon 180213-F-GO091-057. Story link: Holloman hosts Royal Canadian Air Force
Above: An RCAF member directs a CF-18 Hornet at Holloman Air Force Base, New Mexico, on 13 February 2018. USAF photo by Senior Airman Chase Cannon 180213-F-GO091-073. Story link: Holloman hosts Royal Canadian Air Force
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.