Aviation is fine as a sport. But as an instrument of war, it is worthless.
— General Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superiure de Guere, 1911
To Billy Mitchell
Well, the shit has certainly hit the propeller.
To fight wars and end wars in three
dimensions was a notion a little ahead of its time.
You soaring basketcase
You gliding goofball
Crazy aerial son of a bitch, wild pitch
Malcontented hero in a foxhole
Disgruntled down to earth
champion. Alien grounded
in the soil of enemy territory
You flying freak show
You elevated zealot
You airborne extremist, die-hard crank.
Following you, we banged
our ploughshares into Peacemakers,
Crewmakers, Whistling Shitcans.
You ace crackpot
You loop-de-loop lunatic
kook, madman, genius,
Soaring toward a boundless heaven,
taking America with you.