'High Flight'

 

 

John Gillespie Magee Jnr. was a US citizen, born in Shanghai to missionary parents on 1922‑06‑09, his father a US citizen, his mother English.
Around 1927 his parents moved back to the USA, taking JGM Jnr. with them of course.
 

He and his parents then lived in the UK between 1931 and 1939, before returning again to the USA.  In 1940, wanting to help in the defence                                                    High Flight
of the UK, which at the time was in the midst of the ‘Battle of Britain’, JGM Jnr. crossed the border into Canada and there signed-up with the
Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF).                                                                                                                                                                                        
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
On 1941-07-05 he left Canada for the UK, on HMS California.  He was assigned to 412 Squadron RCAF, based at Digby,                                    
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Lincolnshire, England, flying Spitfires.                                                                                                                                                                               
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
In a letter he sent his parents, dated 1941-09-03, he included a poem which he “thought might interest [them]”.  His parents sent it to the                                    
High in the sunlit silence.  Hov’ring there,
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, which published it.  That poem was of course ‘High Flight’.                                                                                                         
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
On 1941-12-11 Pilot Officer JGM Jr. was practicing wing formation flying when, descending through cloud back to base, he had a mid-air                                       
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
collision with an Airspeed Oxford (think King Air proportions).  With the port wing and engine separated from the fuselage of his aircraft                                
And, while with silent, lifting, mind I’ve trod
(Spitfire Vb, AD291 ‘VZ-H’) Magee attempted to jump from the plane, but the combination of low altitude and high vertical descent rate                                   
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
gave insufficient time for his ’chute to open and he perished when he fell into an open field.  The solo student pilot of Oxford T1052,                                    
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Leading Aircraftsman Aubrey Griffin, was also killed.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
John Gillespie MAGEE Jnr., 1941, aged 19 years.
Shortly after his death Magee’s original text of ‘High Flight’ was put on display in the Library of Congress, DC, where it remains to this day;
Michael Collins (Command Module pilot, Apollo 11) quotes it in his autobiography and adds “All that from the cockpit of a Spitfire.  What
could he have said after one orbit? I cry that he was killed 
”;  James Irwin (Lunar Module pilot, Apollo 15) took a copy of it with him down
to the Moon;  it was quoted by Ronald Reagan in a service for the astronauts lost in the Challenger disaster;  it was quoted in the eulogy for
Alan Shepard.  Imagine if JGM Jnr. could have foreseen that!    And, for what its worth, I have a copy of it pasted inside the cover of my logbook,
not that I claim a status even near approaching that of any aviator above-mentioned.

JMG Jr. is buried in the graveyard of Holy Cross Church, Scopwick, Lincolnshire, England.


His poem is opposite – if you can read it without getting a lump in your throat, quit flying.  You’re missing the point.
 

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