A man at my old church passed away, after complications following a "routine" procedure left him in a coma. Husband, and father to a kid now just out of high school, he was a genuinely warm person. Helping wherever he was needed, he would always say hello and stop by the sound booth to visit with the tech guys - something most musicians and singers did rarely, if ever. He would help clean the sanctuary between services, shovel snow in the winter, make coffee in the mornings, usher, sing, and take you out to lunch.
At a loss for words as rarely happens, and believing that he served in the Air Force, I offer this as a token of tribute:
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! (Give 'er the gun now!)
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
The Air Force Song
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