The White Falcon - 08.05.1965, Blaðsíða 2

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WHITE FALCON
Saturday, May 8, 1965
EDITORIAL
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We Rewftber.
They are all gone into the world of light
And / alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
—Henry Vaughan
The helicopter that bore away five of our com-
rades on May Day 1965, never to return, is stilled.
So, too, were stilled the hearts of many of us at
the first news of the tragedy.
They are all gone, five brave men.
But in the words of the poet, their memory is fair
and bright. They gave fully of themselves. To
family, to us. ..to God and country.
We remember. And when we remember in a special
way they would have us remember, “sad thoughts
doth clear.”
We remember their labor and their dedication
to worthwhile goals in life we pursued together.
Now, more than ever, we must bend harder to the
task.
They would not have us forget our mission and
that all effort must be directed at the common
good of all.
Because their spirit still pervades us, no one
sits alone.

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