The radar-guided beast and the man-controlled aircraft closed at an inconceivable speed of over 2000 knots.
Motoring along in an evening sky,
looking at jewels of cities pass by,
I love their cold beauty as seen from above,
I was vaguely surprised to find myself sitting in the cockpit of a glider in Broadwell on 18th September 1944
Early morning: The perfect time for a glider flight. The night’s fog was slowly burning off in the gentle morning breeze and beads of dew dripped off the wings of the silent bird. Over the hori…
Get out? We’re in the middle of the runway! Arrggh it can’t be!
Solo!
Walking down the long steel tube I started the process of my ritual prayer for the perfect neighbor. I had done this a few times before….
It has been too many years since I last saw my dad, almost a quarter of a century has passed. As I grow older and become more aware of this world and all of it’s potential dangers I reflect up…