RIP Neil Armstrong
Neil Armstrong, the first man to set foot on the surface of the Moon, died today at the age of 82. The cause of death was from complications from heart bypass surgery which occurred earlier this month.
Neil Armstrong was a humble hero, who did not seek the limelight; and was always eager to praise those who shared in the efforts to land an American on the moon.
You will be sorely missed, Neil. You were larger than life to those of us who grew up with Mercury, Gemini and Apollo.
72 de Larry W2LJ
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
God Speed, Neil.
Well said.
Godspeed, Neil. As an explorer and scientist you were a role model not only to America but to all of humanity. May you rest in piece.
He is now on the greatest mission of all to experience the unknown. God’s speed, Neil Armstrong. God’s speed.
I wonder how many young people Neil inspired to enter the sciences.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve 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. Hov’ring 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 windswept 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.
God’s speed brave explorer. God’s speed.
Thanks for “High Flight” Larry. It is possibly my favorite poem.
Neil was an inspiration to an entire generation of young people. The world is better for his having been here. He will be missed.
He was definately one of my “best” heroes!