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quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and
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Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)
When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye
- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins
MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm
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One of the definitions of "community," as defined by the Merriam-Webster Dictionary (the first American dictionary http://www.m-w.com/), is:
common character : LIKENESS <community of interests>
There are absolutely no words that I am capable of putting together to describe the communities of folks in the fighter pilots military life. It is what they all say it is and no less than. You could live out your entire life and never achieved the sense of fellowship, love, respect, honor, trust, and devotion that these men shovel on to each other. It is nothing short of the highest regard one human being can convey to another. I will never experience this in my lifetime, but I saw it years ago. And, I believe that to be "truth" in its purest form. No if's, and's, or but's.
For years after my father's burial, every so often a couple of F-104's would descend from their cross country altitude, go to to visual flight rules, and absolutely "scream" over the top of our house out in the country between Rotan and Roby on Highway 77.
To this day, I have no idea who was piloting those F-104's and can only presume that it was someone that had been to our house to visit, otherwise they would not know which farm to buzz. My grandmother Violet keep a some notes on a scratch piece of paper http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/v_blakeley_notes.djvu with names of those that either called or visited her. But, even then it would have to be someone that had been to our house - possibly pilots listed on this list of 436th TFS listed on this June 15, 1965 document. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/special_order_7_19650615.djvu
What an honor of respect still given to my father! And, always one for a good air show of fighter jets, I rather enjoyed it, too. It literally sends chill bumps down my back and arms.