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 Category 6,  Topic 2
 Message 74        Fri Dec 24, 1993
 T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER]       at 17:27 EST

AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH

I know that I shall meet my fate
 Somewhere among the clouds above;
 Those that I fight I do not hate,
 Those that I guard I do not love;
 My country is Kiltartan Cross,
 My countrymen Kiltarten's poor,
 No likely end could bring them loss
 Or leave them happier than before.
 No law, nor duty bade me fight,
 No public men, nor cheering crowds,
 A lonely impulse of delight
 Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
 I balanced all, brought all to mind,
 The years to come seemed waste of breath,
 A waste of breath the years behind
 In balance with this life, this death.

W.B. Yeats

Merry Christmas Air Warriors
 Scav.
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