Captain Jeffrey Haney has died in the service to his Country. I have no words to describe the sorrow I feel, but take solace in this poem:
I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it’s wrath.
I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death…is in my wings.
— Gordon Boshell
Rest in peace, Captain Haney. You fly with Angels now.