I often find myself missing the days of chasing the devil's herd across our endless skies. Salute to the brave men and women who spent many days away from their families, making it happen, and vanquishing our enemies. When the American people need to break the emergency glass, Spooky and his biggest fans are ready to go to work.
And rest in peace, Johnny Cash. You were one talented veteran of our air service, one amazing American songwriter and singer, and you are missed. I sung your song in Spain in a bar, after some Scottish professional golfers began singing their standard bar songs, and while I have no lyrical talent, they certainly recognized the American spirit. There was a lot of yippee! and knee slapping going on.
To the Ghostriders. Thanks for what you do.