Never a Christmas morning, never an old year ends, but somebody somewhere thinks of – old days, old times, old friends – and that is us. As the grandkids and great grandkids gather around the Christmas tree at our feet by a warm fire, raucous over their presents, a smile comes across our face – those old days, old times and old friends return in squadron buildings, alert shacks, briefing rooms, parties, bars and base housing around the world. We are a little bent and stooped, our gait a little slower and our hearing slightly impaired, but our memories are sharp – we can start, taxi, launch, climb, fly and land just like the old days – we are young again – what a life! Our memories and friends never leave us. The sky was the limit, we never had the same experience twice…we few, we happy few, we band of brothers…
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your families.
ONWARD AND UPWARD! – from the board and officers of the Super Sabre Society: Shep, Hoppy, Eddie, Dick, Jim, Dave, Medley, Win, Dewey, Pete, John