One of our aircraft is missing
Wake Me Up When the War's Over
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVGJ64TBNm8
During the latter days of WWII an American Lieutenant (Berry), accidentally falls out of an airplane that he was on and falls into German territory.
A baroness received and hide an American in her house to protect him and to not be captured by a German Major.
The baroness keeps him at her house for her satisfaction.
She keeps telling to the American that London have been occupied by the Germans and because of it he can go back to his country.
The war is over, but he doesn´t know it .
He is going to escape from an enemy that doesn´t exite anymore, because the war was over and it´s the German Major that will help him to do it.
Blue train
The war is over, but he doesn´t know it .
He is going to escape from an enemy that doesn´t exite anymore, because the war was over and it´s the German Major that will help him to do it.
Blue train
The Silent Enemy
The Fighting Lady
High Flight
High Flight poem
High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Poem animation
High Flight movie
High flight poem
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 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."
John Denver sings High Flight
"John Gillespie McGee, Jr. was an American fighter pilot who flew with the Royal Canadian Air Force in World War II. He was killed at age 19 during a training flight. The poem was written on the back of a letter to his parents which said, "I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed."
"I am certainly no expert on poetry but in my opinion
it is one of the most beautiful descriptions of the joys of flying.
Imagine, "joining the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds" or "topping the wind-swept heights with easy grace."
"How sad that this young American,who joined the R.A.F.should have died in a flying accident in1941"
"I am certainly no expert on poetry but in my opinion
it is one of the most beautiful descriptions of the joys of flying.
Imagine, "joining the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds" or "topping the wind-swept heights with easy grace."
"How sad that this young American,who joined the R.A.F.should have died in a flying accident in1941"
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