by Steve on June 7, 2007

Nothing else sounds quite like it.

There’s one that occasionally appears in the sky above my house. I’ve gotten to where I can hear him coming, no, more like feel it in my bones. The big Merlin thundering overhead. I think the guy knows. Last weekend I heard the far-off rumble and popped outside for a look-see. A few seconds later I spotted the distinctive black and white stripes under the wings and as he cleared the ridge I live on, he pulled back into a climb and added a barrel roll or two. Because he could. Lucky bastard.


Fly the P-51 – it’s on the list of things to do before I die.

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Deborah Aylward June 7, 2007 at 22:37

Only once was I ever lucky enough to see a P-51 in person. It was many years ago when one flew at the C.N.E. International Air Show here in Toronto, Ontario. My, but it looked and sounded like no other aircraft. To be a passenger would be heaven, but to pilot one…I don’t think there would be words enough to describe the joy. An admirable dream, sir, which I hope is realized one day.

Veritas et Fidelis Semper

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