TL DEC 2011 iPad
Those first young men, the pioneers, the aviators, building super highways in an unknown sky. Their safety systems built of brain, and heart, transforming strange names from tall tales into pictures On postcards home, or the ones who follow them. Who skim the edge of space, the edge of heaven, the edge of dreams. [MUSIC] Clear for takeoff. You are clear for takeoff. Clear for takeoff. [MUSIC] And we follow them up there, to live by an unbreakable promise, stitched into every uniform of every captain who takes their command. [MUSIC] To fly, to serve.