7 people lost.

our hearts go out to the families.

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I am very sad about this. May these Brave Men rest in peace.

Mag

God Bless them all! A sad day!

Charlie

Rick Husband, William McCool, Michael Anderson, Kalpana Chawla, David Brown, Laurel Clark, and Ilan Ramon!

These were the men and women on the shuttle! God Bless!

Charlie

My heart goes out to their families. Burn a good one in their honor.

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May they rest in peace and their families and friends be comforted.

It was quite a shock to wake up to this tragic news...

I lift the families and friends up in my prayers...

To those who flew close to Heaven.
Our thoughts are with you!...octo

You had to know those bastards in Iraq would be happy over this. I was wondering when we'd see the film of them cheering.

http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=BJKKZDZVFUFBACRBAELCFEY?type=worldNews&storyID=2152926 

God be with those that lost their lives, and loved ones.

Prayers go out to the Famlies...


Hog

Heros, doing what I always wished I could do. A Hemingway Classic tonight, with Steve Roach's Structures from Silence, and quiet reflection.

DrMaddVibe, I had a feeling it was going to happen. I told my wife yesterday that they would come up with some crap like this!

Mag

It was a very sad day in America. My prayers to their families....God Bless.
Ed

This poem was published in 1943 in a volume called More Poems from the Forces What follows is a copy n' paste from on online version of the transcription of the original manuscript in the Library of Congress: I think it to be particularly timely and appropriate under the circumstances:

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`High Flight'--sometimes referred to as `the pilot's creed'

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 falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer 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.

Steve, This poem has eluded me since the Challenger exploded and the speach Reagan gave that morning. After naming the Seven that passed on that morning he read the first and last line of this poem as his closing statement. I never knew where those words that have rang in my thoughts for years came from.
Thank you for sharing these mortal words that somehow live on in the immortal souls of the astronaunts we remember today. May God give rest to their families and friends.
RJ

I'm glad they finished the mission. They had some moments of real joy doing something they loved.

RknRmnd ... yes, you are absolutely right ... RR did quote that poem on the morning of the Challenger disaster ... it used to be, one could hear it read quite frequently inasmuch as it was recited by a number of TV stations as they signed off the air at night (back when they DID sign off the air ... LOL) .... they'd show a military jet flying and super-impose a flag waving in the breeze and read that poem ...

Deeply, deeply saddened.