Friday, December 22, 2006
"because i fly, i envy no man on earth'
'Flyboys' made me realised how fragile life is. How easy our friends might jus come and go, swift pass life like they have never been there. One minute we are happily drinking down at the bar singing christmas carols and munching cookies, next we might will fly side by side and see them catch fire or even get shot by multiple explosive bullets that smack thru their body as if its made of paper. Honour is upmost importance but what matters if the one behind the stick.
Having a solid metal workframe, professional groundcrew, control towers, proper instruments and peaceful neighbouring countries is a blessing. Although death is inevitable, who wuld mind dying near heaven itself.
Contridicting part is, the one thing that evades and affects every aspect of flight, the mysterious thing called 'love'.
Its christmas.
we all love christmas.
hear hear.
peace out.
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