…Strategic Air Command (SAC) is stood up on this day at Bolling AFB, D.C., in 1946.
The Armor’d Hand is not Dead, no, Nay,
It but sleepeth, waiting like Arthur for the Day
When its People cry for its return, saying,
“The Bear roams again, the Peril rises, and the Persians connive,
“Ronaldus Magnus rests in the House of his Fathers, and hears us not,
“Defend us once more, we pray ye.”
The Armor’d Hand shall rise and don its steel once more as in the Olden Time,
Shall pick up his shield and gather his eagles from their rest,
The sound of the Stratofortress shall be heard again in the land.
And the spirits of LeMay and of Power and yea, even of Mitchell, shall take their place at his side,
Their spirits and vigor undimmed.
And they shall say unto the People,
“You denied us when the Bear spoke of peace, and when the Peril offered its hand,
And even when the Persians smote you in your own lands, you still denied us.
You rent our eagles in twain, you threw away our ballista, you scattered our servants to the winds.
“But we shall defend once more, for that was our promise unto you and your fathers before, and as it shall ever be unto you, yea, even unto the hundreth generation.
“Peace was our profession, and shall be again.”
And my devotion to SAC was such that on its fortieth birthday, I arranged for my son’s birth:
I believe that someone needs a certain heart to fly a Spitfire, one of courage and elan and spirit unbreakable. That would be Mike. Happy Birthday, Bear. Next year you’re officially old. 😀