I stood on the flight line this morning and heard and old friend fly over...I remember when it was new and strong, yet now it lookedd worn and tired...The last time I saw it the wings were black and sharp, yet now it had proven that it could perform what it needed to perform, and it is tired the lines of tape running down its wing shows the weather was not so good to it, the peide of the crew that accompanied it knowing this was the last flight made me feel empty... This was why I came here this weapon, this plane was the reason, even though it is only a creation of man and it will return to the ellements that it was created from, I know it has played a major role in my life...I will miss hearing the whine of the turbines, and the way it is purched in its hangar with the flag hanging triumphantly over the cockpit....It is the last flight and I will miss my friend...Rest well my friend till we meet again, hopefully not in a museum, but again in battle restored to your first grandure...(Sorry this plane meant alot to me and I will miss it)

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