..
Sunward I have 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.
Hovering there, I have chased the shouting wind along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I have topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace where never lark, or even eagle flew - and while with silent lifting mind I have trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.