RNHF Firefly
Paul,
Thank you for your post.
You and your family, friends must be extremely proud of your brother.
I see this beautiful poem posted on another forum, (apologies as i can’t remember who and where)
Kindest Regards
Del
Impressions of a Pilot (Gary Claud Stokor)
Flight is freedom in its purest form,
to dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
to roll and glide, to wheel and spin;
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
and know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of the day,
released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night; ,
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain, –
Secure in the knowledge that I’d do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know I was born to fly.
God bless