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