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Monday, January 29, 2007

We mourn our shipmates

The toll of the H-60S crash off San Diego set out here.

Beat the drum slowly.

Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky,
Be with them always in the air,
In dark'ning storms or sunlight fair.
O, Hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air.

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