In A Time Of War, Truth Is

I Have Seen The Science I Worshiped, And The Aircraft I Loved, Destroying The Civilization I Expected Them To Serve.

Is He Alone Who Has Courage On His Right Hand And Faith On His Left Hand?

I'm Not Bound To Be In Aviation At All. I'm Here Only Because I Love The Sky And Flying More Than Anything Else On Earth. Of Course There's Danger; But A Certain Amount Of Danger Is Essential To The Quality Of Life. I Don't Believe In Taking Foolish Chances' But Nothing Can Be Accomplished Without Taking Any Chance At All.

And If At Times You Renounce Experience And Mind's Heavy Logic, It Seems That The World Has Rushed Along On Its Orbit, Leaving You Alone Flying Above A Forgotten Cloud Bank, Somewhere In The Solitude Of Interstellar Space.

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?