This webpage is to help us, The Many, remember The Few and The Flying Machines that took them away from us. They’ve “slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.” Forever.
If your eyes, like mine, light up and search those skies at first, faint sound of thunder, be it from piston, radial, or jet…and if you look up and dream, like I do, then you’re in the right place. Welcome. You’re with friends now and also, the shared memory of friends.
If you’ve searched those nameless little bookstores, far off the beaten track, and paged those countless frayed and yellowed pages…found them…inhaled them…made those famous few your own, then you’re one of us. Join us in our last epitaph to them: “At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.”