Of Flying and Fic and Stuff...

Oh! I have slipped these 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 Magee (1941)
Just before bed last night, I looked out my window and saw clear, sharp starry skies - and strangely enough there were aeroplanes everywhere. Well, three or four to start with, and rather close and a couple heading towards us, as if they were flying together - it turned out they were circling around, and then a couple of others flew into flashing-light view to join the stack, and then... then a falling star swept down amongst them all too! I did wonder if they'd moved Stansted a dozen miles or so to the north though - pretty, but very odd, it was!

( First Light... )

( I have been reading Prosfic - Of Angels and Angles by SarahK )

( And I've been reading more Prosfic - Painted Angels by Angelfish )

( ETA rant gargh )

Aaaand - yeah. Now, a couple of jobs to do, and then I'll see if I can figure out exactly where in their training the lads are going to meet up... After preliminary training, after aircrew training and probably after preliminary ground training as pilots at their first OTU... probably around operational training I think... but before crewing up... *g* I think. *g*

Oh, and red wine - tonight I'm feeling the need for red wine, even though I can't afford it and have far better things I should be spending money on (and worse) and... just too many stoopid insurance phone calls. Red wine.

Of Flying and Fic and Stuff...

Oh! I have slipped these 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 Magee (1941)
Just before bed last night, I looked out my window and saw clear, sharp starry skies - and strangely enough there were aeroplanes everywhere. Well, three or four to start with, and rather close and a couple heading towards us, as if they were flying together - it turned out they were circling around, and then a couple of others flew into flashing-light view to join the stack, and then... then a falling star swept down amongst them all too! I did wonder if they'd moved Stansted a dozen miles or so to the north though - pretty, but very odd, it was!

( First Light... )

( I have been reading Prosfic - Of Angels and Angles by SarahK )

( And I've been reading more Prosfic - Painted Angels by Angelfish )

( ETA rant gargh )

Aaaand - yeah. Now, a couple of jobs to do, and then I'll see if I can figure out exactly where in their training the lads are going to meet up... After preliminary training, after aircrew training and probably after preliminary ground training as pilots at their first OTU... probably around operational training I think... but before crewing up... *g* I think. *g*

Oh, and red wine - tonight I'm feeling the need for red wine, even though I can't afford it and have far better things I should be spending money on (and worse) and... just too many stoopid insurance phone calls. Red wine.