Oh, I have slipped the 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 throught footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr
This Painting was inspired by the record setting long distance
low-level high-speed Hustler flight.
This picture shows the Hustler with nuclear
weapons in flight.
The outer fuel pod that normally surrounds
the largest
nuclear weapon (hung centerline) is not present.
