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Posted 1/2/2015 8:07 AM (GMT 0)
Just learned of the passing of a friend of a friend diagnosed with cancer about 3 years ago with brain cancer. He was a 135 pilot based out of Hawaii, graduated from the Air Force Academy about 15 years ago, had a wife and young daughter, about 20 years younger than me. He was discharged from the Air Force and just moved to Colorado at the end of '14 to receive treatments involving canabis. My friend graduated with him and was an F15 pilot until recently. He was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and was told survival stats for 5 years are not good. He just hit 5 years and he still is doing great. His call sign was Thor, wasn't Thor a god? I turn 60 next month and have had a great life, I hate hearing about these kids suffering and dying from this rotten disease. RIP Clint.
Posted 1/2/2015 3:02 PM (GMT 0)
Eaglekeeper: Sorry to hear about your friend. The beast takes from the youth as well. And yes it sucks. I honestly believe it is an epidemic that we must fight to uncover and reveal its true sources,

I wish you the best and may your new year be a better one.
Posted 1/2/2015 5:28 PM (GMT 0)
Sorry to hear your sad news. It's always difficult to loss people like this.

and yes, cancer sucks.

And Thor is the Norse god of thunder and lightning. He wielded a hammer. A good call sign for an F15 pilot.

Andrew
Posted 1/2/2015 5:31 PM (GMT 0)
Affirmative.

LupronJim
Posted 1/2/2015 8:27 PM (GMT 0)
Yes it does. So sorry to hear about your friend. It is especially tragic when it strikes someone so young.
Posted 1/3/2015 1:06 AM (GMT 0)
So sorry to hear that. Really discouraging when they are so young. From a USAF guy, please accept the following (and be grateful I'm not singing it):

Robert



(chorus I)

OFF we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

(chorus II)

Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder
Sent it high into the blue
Hands of men blasted the world a-sunder
How they lived God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before And bombers galore.
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

(verse)

Here's a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast, the U.S. Air Force!

(Chorus III)

Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
Flying men, guarding the nation's border,
we'll be there followed by more!
In echelon we carry on, Hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Posted 1/3/2015 1:10 AM (GMT 0)
Yes, it does. Sorry to hear about your friend.
Posted 1/3/2015 4:23 AM (GMT 0)
So sorry to hear.

David
Posted 1/4/2015 6:00 AM (GMT 0)
So sorry to hear about this :( How especially hard when it's someone so young. I have come to find in the last year how the hell demon (my name for cancer) doesn't discriminate. I've watched my 20 year old daughter in law battling hodgkins lymphoma, my dear friend's husband age 37 battling stage 4 colon cancer while trying to take care of four kids, and a former co-workers 7 year old grandson battling the beast for a second time (leukemia) and lastly watching my husband battling this disease not worrying about himself but what will happen to me and our six year old if he doesn't make it. Yes, CANCER SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted 1/4/2015 1:46 PM (GMT 0)
Thank everyone for thoughts and prayers. My favorite poem is called High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. was a favorite poem to Air Force Academy cadets years ago.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings,
Sunward 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.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along,
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious burning blue,
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark or even eagle flew,
and, while with silent lifting mind I've trod,
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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