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"The Chosen Few" - based on High Flight!

         Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
         And danced the skies on laughter-silvered rotors;
         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, Weapon in hand,Smile on face,
         High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
         Feeling freedom in my heart, Retribution in my
         fingers. I have smelled the death,and tasted life too.

         I've chased the sheathing wind along, and flung
         with My eager craft through footless mounds of
         air, Searching, chasing, pursuing. The enemy, the
         enemy below. Up, the long delirious, burning blue
         I've topped the wind-swept heights with ease of
         grace Where never lark, nor Hawk, Only, eagles
         flew , I've faced the elusive enemy mine,And,
         while with silent Vigilance, I've treaded The
         un-trespassed sanctity of space, Time, and mind.
         I reached out my hand and touched the Sky .And
         The Sky Said to me,,,,,,
         You now young man, have become one, One of the
         chosen few, face death with Grace, face fear with
         laughter, feel my hand on your back, My breath on
         your shoulder, while in the perilous pursuit of
         Freedom. When your mission is complete, You will
         seek not to be a hero, you are but mortal man.
         You have done no more than those before , and you
         pray for those yet to do, That they may find the
         peace and solitude. You rejoice the victory, with
         those like you ,those of the chosen few. When one
         is injured, you will all bleed, When one bleeds
         you will all ache. When your time on Earth has
         come to pass, you will ask, May I make my final
         Journey, on a Rotory bird, through the sun-lit
         skies, the big Burning blue. With those of my
         Brothers, THE CHOSEN FEW.

         RON (WOODY) WOODGEARD, A-TROOP SCOUTS 70-71