<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948</id><updated>2011-08-14T20:02:57.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of Service</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-1743524201990014692</id><published>2010-11-16T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:02:39.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Godly Words</title><content type='html'>It is no evidence of manliness in the husband for him to dwell constantly upon his position as head of the family. It does not increase respect for him to hear him quoting Scripture to sustain his claims to authority. It will not make him more manly to require his wife, the mother of his children, to act upon his plans as if they were infallible. The Lord has constituted the husband the head of the wife to be her protector; he is the house-band of the family, binding the members together, even as Christ is the head of the church and the Saviour of the mystical body. Let every husband who claims to love God carefully study the requirements of God in his position. Christ's authority is exercised in wisdom, in all kindness and gentleness; so let the husband exercise his power and imitate the great Head of the church.&lt;br /&gt;-Adventist Home P. 216&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-1743524201990014692?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/1743524201990014692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/11/godly-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/1743524201990014692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/1743524201990014692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/11/godly-words.html' title='Godly Words'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-2013454428358416753</id><published>2010-11-01T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:37:43.103Z</updated><title type='text'>A Gift for Our Time</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about how Ellen Whites writings relate to us as an end time people, in comparison with the importance of scripture. Here are some of my thoughts. Obviously the Bible is the greatest gift and light we have, and all of our beliefs are clearly laid out in its pages. We should as end time people be able to defend are beliefs by &lt;i&gt;Solo Scriptora&lt;/i&gt;, the Bible only. However there is another aspect, a great gift -by God- for His people. I believe Ellen Whites writings were given to us to clarify the Bible message, and to give us useful knowledge in many practical areas of our lives. But with this said I think we often miss-use her writings to rebuke others, or to push our own point. I know I have been guilty of this myself. However have you ever looked at the big picture of Mrs. Whites message? Have you ever noticed how the Conflict of the Ages series begins and ends? Check it out for yourself, the first sentence of Patriarchs and Prophets, "&lt;b&gt;God is Love.&lt;/b&gt;", the last sentence of the Great Controversy, "From the minutest atom to the greatest world, all things, animate and inanimate, in their unshadowed beauty and perfect joy, declare that&lt;b&gt; God is love.&lt;/b&gt;" That truly is the God that is portrayed, yes there are words which point out evil very clearly, and there may be words which cut deeply in our souls. However if we do not miss the big picture of a loving God, how can we do anything but to love Him in return. God says, If you love me keep my commandments. Isn't it to our benefit to search our souls and study the words which will draw us closer to Christ. How can we do anything but unquestioningly strive for perfect unity with all of the words which God has given us. Isn't it only logical that if we do so we will be filled more fully with the Love of Christ to share with humanity? That we will be more filled with the Holy Spirit and enabled in a greater way to to finish the work of our Lord and savior. I encourage you friends, press close to Jesus, "Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." 2 Tim 2:15. Press forward to finish the work, and go home to heaven with as many of the those around us as possible! Should we not desire to make our lives a living testimony of the Love and the Life of Christ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-2013454428358416753?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2013454428358416753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/11/gift-for-our-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/2013454428358416753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/2013454428358416753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/11/gift-for-our-time.html' title='A Gift for Our Time'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-8764094898013029823</id><published>2010-10-15T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:52:42.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing in the ways of God.</title><content type='html'>So I was filling kinda lonely yesterday, wondering if there was a companion out their for me. I walked out into the night and looked up at the beauty of the sky, and began to talk to God. I shared with Him how I wanted to be okay being alone in this world if that was God's will. I talked for a while like you talk to a friend, and I reached peace with the fact that God is in control, and he can make me perfectly happy alone if that is His will :) Then I walked back inside, and felt impressed to take out my Bible and read a Psalm . . . something I do from time to time. I flipped to the Psalms and and my eyes fell on Psalms 128 Titled &lt;i&gt;A song for the ascent to Jerusalem. &lt;/i&gt;It struck me as interesting and I read the first two verses thinking this is a nice Psalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "How happy are those who fear the Lord-- all who follow his ways!"&lt;br /&gt;2. "You will enjoy the fruit of your labor. How happy you will be! How rich your life!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty good, huh? Then I read verse three and stopped cold in my tracks. I had to read the chapter a couple times to let it sink in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Your wife will be like a fruitful vine, flourishing within your home. And look at all those children! There they sit around your table as vigorous and healthy as young olive trees."&lt;br /&gt;4. "That is the Lord's reward for those who fear him."&lt;br /&gt;5. "May the Lord continually bless you from Zion. May you see Jerusalem prosper as long as you live."&lt;br /&gt;6. "May you live to enjoy your grandchildren. And may Israel have quietness and peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know what the Lord has in store, and I'm still happy to be single if that's the Lords will! But I did have to laugh, and wonder with quiet excitement what the Lord may have in His plans :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-8764094898013029823?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8764094898013029823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/10/musing-in-ways-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8764094898013029823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8764094898013029823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/10/musing-in-ways-of-god.html' title='Musing in the ways of God.'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-7740706271304759749</id><published>2010-06-01T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:21:45.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About 10 days ago my Dad and I decided that the back porch needed replaced due to dry rot. So we jacked up the roof, and took the old deck apart. Here's what we came up with when we were done:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARQeuArfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x8tQFiaSWsk/s1600/Dad%27s+Camera+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARQeuArfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x8tQFiaSWsk/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARRSCfTlJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xy5oEYzl7ew/s1600/Dad%27s+Camera+086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARRSCfTlJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xy5oEYzl7ew/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARRoto9_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ui6rjaR9U1Y/s1600/Dad%27s+Camera+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARRoto9_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ui6rjaR9U1Y/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a fun project, but I never realized how much work it was to put up all those deck rails. Believe it or not the over 100 2x2's took&amp;nbsp;a couple&amp;nbsp;days to install. Although I shouldn't have to do it again any time soon. Overall it was a pretty good vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-7740706271304759749?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/7740706271304759749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/06/project.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/7740706271304759749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/7740706271304759749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/06/project.html' title='The Project'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/TARQeuArfSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x8tQFiaSWsk/s72-c/Dad%27s+Camera+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-93453473769317693</id><published>2010-03-29T02:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:21:52.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_0M7tAnqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Of1ABaQaS2Y/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_0M7tAnqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Of1ABaQaS2Y/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+043.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A family who still had a home, resting in the mid-afternoon heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_0vZSm2ZI/AAAAAAAAACY/i9JBV_he2DY/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_0vZSm2ZI/AAAAAAAAACY/i9JBV_he2DY/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The home next to the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1Hlc26kI/AAAAAAAAACg/FIckO-_2hmI/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1Hlc26kI/AAAAAAAAACg/FIckO-_2hmI/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A section of the city that is mostly standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1ML93ajI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vw28WL_AwAM/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1ML93ajI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vw28WL_AwAM/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A classic roadside "tent" that the locals have constructed since the quake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_2gAJOulI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fMB8FjkxSJI/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_2gAJOulI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fMB8FjkxSJI/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the camps which have been set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1yeWKyuI/AAAAAAAAACw/1uZQZELjyAE/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_1yeWKyuI/AAAAAAAAACw/1uZQZELjyAE/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someone's house with the presidential palace in the background.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_3AR7IvVI/AAAAAAAAADA/bFFbLWUbAEA/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_3AR7IvVI/AAAAAAAAADA/bFFbLWUbAEA/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An interesting looking shop.....but it wasn't open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_3IDoW20I/AAAAAAAAADI/C3sg-U7fVyI/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_3IDoW20I/AAAAAAAAADI/C3sg-U7fVyI/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This friendly critter was on the ceiling above my head one evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_32weFBXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FI2AWNCxNaQ/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_32weFBXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FI2AWNCxNaQ/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Staff housing...simple, but better then what most of the people had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_4o6S_fPI/AAAAAAAAADg/g8TiLH6RkZI/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_4o6S_fPI/AAAAAAAAADg/g8TiLH6RkZI/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the staff preferred it up here on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_5F9jiCKI/AAAAAAAAADo/r_Xo5HaQ-js/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_5F9jiCKI/AAAAAAAAADo/r_Xo5HaQ-js/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+234.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One wing of the hospital with the cooking shack where the patients food was prepared behind the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_5htwIcbI/AAAAAAAAADw/y3fo2uRLLiQ/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_5htwIcbI/AAAAAAAAADw/y3fo2uRLLiQ/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+213.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another wing of the hospital, with the three one day churches that are being set up out front as short term storage.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_6AJre0SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/soH19mGnIYQ/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_6AJre0SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/soH19mGnIYQ/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hospital Chapel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_6TWWPsRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LYX41AlWXLc/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_6TWWPsRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LYX41AlWXLc/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+220.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad, who was able to come with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_4OVTJPeI/AAAAAAAAADY/g-I_vEhvy4I/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_4OVTJPeI/AAAAAAAAADY/g-I_vEhvy4I/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A colorful roadside store.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_8FcBkboI/AAAAAAAAAEI/c25SOkxqS3k/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_8FcBkboI/AAAAAAAAAEI/c25SOkxqS3k/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More of the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_8YxLgwpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/76MmRIko2IM/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_8YxLgwpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/76MmRIko2IM/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+174.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A church in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_81jwNsJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/s2mW29nwR1c/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_81jwNsJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/s2mW29nwR1c/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Adventist Seminary's library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_9RkFl5MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bfta1D21s_Y/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_9RkFl5MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bfta1D21s_Y/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This large auditorium is on the Adventist University's campus and is no longer usable do to structural damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_9sMJ7WEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t58jzb0PNts/s1600/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_9sMJ7WEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t58jzb0PNts/s400/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+108.JPG" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An Adventist congregation meets outside of a perfectly good church because the people are afraid to go inside of it. Perhaps this is Haiti's biggest challenge --to rebuilt the hearts of the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-93453473769317693?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/93453473769317693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/03/haiti-in-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/93453473769317693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/93453473769317693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/03/haiti-in-review.html' title='Haiti in Review'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S6_0M7tAnqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Of1ABaQaS2Y/s72-c/Haiti+3-12-10+to+3-21-10+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-487117114357056579</id><published>2010-02-27T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:57:58.435Z</updated><title type='text'>The Faith of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"A young man stood on the shore and waved to a ship at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;A man beside him said, 'don't be silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;The steamer will not change it's course because you waved.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But the ship turned, came to shore and picked the boy up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;From the bridge he shouted, 'Sir, I'm not a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;The captain is my Father!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We also know that he who steers the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;on its course is our Father and that He hears our prayers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;-as written by Sabina Wurmbrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-487117114357056579?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/487117114357056579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-of-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/487117114357056579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/487117114357056579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-of-child.html' title='The Faith of a Child'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-8609517628596330283</id><published>2010-02-26T02:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:48:16.467Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Throught a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S4c2XJUEaQI/AAAAAAAAACI/84huXo2liEE/s1600-h/Dad+and+Terri.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S4c2XJUEaQI/AAAAAAAAACI/84huXo2liEE/s640/Dad+and+Terri.bmp" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As some of you may know my Step-Mom Terri passed away, well I guess it was just a week ago. In some ways it seems like an eternity and in others like I just got off the phone with my Dad after that terrible phone call. Terri had been diagnosed with cancer some months ago, and was told she would not live past November. Yet she seemed to be doing fine, in the back of my mind there was the possibility of death. However she was still working and the last report we had the tumors were not enlarging. Yet last Wednesday that she went in to the ER not feeling well and died of complications only four hours later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad story you say....don't misunderstand me. I am not writing for your sympathy, No, I am writing to tell you a story that I knew well and a story which I learn more of it seems as the time goes by. Terri was an amazing woman; the people she has affected and will continue to affect will not be numbered until we meet again. For those of you who never met her, I am sorry because you missed out. She was the sort of person that you always knew where she was, walk into a building and you could find her in seconds, no matter the occasion she had a laugh that expressed her love for people and life which seemed to fill the very crevasse of the desert. Terri had the ability to know how you felt, and express her love to anyone and everyone. But it was more than that; Terri had a living, loving relationship with her Savior. THAT is what she wanted everyone to have, and everyone could see it in her. In the way that she lived her life, in every action of every moment, and mostly in the way that she loved my Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them had pasts, multiple marriages, lots of baggage, yet the two of them seemed to love each other in a way seldom seem in sweetest on newlyweds. There seems to be only one thing that explains in, ask my father today what their most meaningful memories and he won't tell you about a hot date (not those didn't exist), nor will he say it was their wedding night or some other happening. No, instead he will be quick to tell you it was their time each morning that they spent together, reading the Bible, praying for their children, their church, their coworkers, and their friends. Their love for each other increased as their love for God pulled them together. They could share anything, their challenges and mostly their laughs. You never heard jokes told in their home, but you will never hear a home with more laughter. It seemed all of life was to love and to laugh about. Have you ever seen two grandparents roll on the floor cause there laughing so hard they can't stand up anymore. I have! Soul mates, yes! That is what they called each other. Perfect, no, but they loved each other and laughed at each other’s imperfections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri was the sort of person, who said, "At my funeral I’d prefer it if ya'll had a party." Now there were tears shed, but somehow we all felt united by the love of a woman who left a legacy, a true legacy of Christian virtue. It will take time to move on, especially for my Dad, and her two daughters, but Terrie had thought of that as well. You see Terrie was a practical person as well, and she requested to be cremated. So the question is asked, what do we do with the ashes? Now I don't know where she ever got the idea, but Terri had that figured that out too, not that she cared, but one of her the things she said was her biggest challenges in life was that she climbed half dome in Yosemite, and on the way down she even passed out. So her daughters being a little less adventurous have always been terrified of it. Terri, I surmise, in her wisdom new that it would be hard for them to move on and face life’s challenges. How could they live up to the place their mom had left? How could they make that high standard? So Terrie requested that her daughters take her ashes to the top of half dome. They wonder how they’re going to make it, but that was Terri, loving tenderly when we needed it, and shoving us forward, when that’s what it was going to take. So do I mourn? Absolutely. Do I fill a loss? Yes. But I know also remember that I must push on and Love as Terrie Loved, not that anyone could fill her place, however we can fill the place God has for us. We can live our lives, to share His love to everyone we can come in contact with. Who knows maybe someday we can be so filled with God's love that people will know it when they come into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-8609517628596330283?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8609517628596330283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-throught-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8609517628596330283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8609517628596330283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-throught-life.html' title='Love Throught a Life'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/S4c2XJUEaQI/AAAAAAAAACI/84huXo2liEE/s72-c/Dad+and+Terri.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-2393520620625492500</id><published>2010-02-11T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:56:39.440Z</updated><title type='text'>HAITI!</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would put a copy of a letter I am sending out up so you can see what I've been up to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 10, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quick update for those of you that I have lost contact with in the last few years. After I graduated from high-school I worked in the water-well pump industry for a time before God called me to train as a mission pilot here at Andrews University. I have spent the last two years working on my aviation maintenance certificates and will complete the program this coming May. Then, God willing, I will start flight training next year. This last two years have been an amazing experience of one miracle after another which has kept me in school; so that I can spend my life helping others as God has helped me. This time has also brought me into contact with many organizations which operate from Andres University, one of those is WeCare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the resent disaster in Haiti, WeCare Disaster Relief which is a part of Center for Youth Evangelism here at Andrews University has organized a group of thirty-eight relief workers to go to Haiti over spring break. Their goal is to provide basic assistance to the many displaced persons, such as the twenty-thousand people who are camping around the ADRA headquarters. More people are joining these crude camps daily and many of the basics such as food and clean water simply do not exist. WeCare has asked me to join their group and assist the Haitian people with the skills which God has given me. Although I know my skills in basic water and electric systems will make very little difference in comparison with the great needs of these people, I pray that I may serve with any means possible. Perhaps most importantly we can give them a picture of Jesus by our small gesture of love. WeCare has stepped forward in faith and put my name on an airplane ticket, hoping that I can raise the needed $1450 for the trip. They have given me a deadline of March 5th to raise the money, as we will be leaving on the 12th. I am asking that if you feel the Lord has blessed you and is leading you to help, that you do so. The most important way you can help is by praying for the trip, those coordinating the relief and the people of Haiti; and also by sending your gifts to help me serve them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lingenfelter&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 14&lt;br /&gt;Berrien Springs, MI 49103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is not a standard student mission trip, I need to turn the funds in personally, so checks should be made out in my name. I thank you in advance for furthering the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HIS Service,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen D. Lingenfelter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-2393520620625492500?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/2393520620625492500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/2393520620625492500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/2393520620625492500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti.html' title='HAITI!'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-8877954759648521776</id><published>2010-01-14T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:37:55.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from Military Manuels and Beyond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;So much wisdom all in one &amp;nbsp;place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #603181;"&gt;'If the &amp;nbsp;enemy is in range, so are you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Infantry Journal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;'It is &amp;nbsp;generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;US. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;Air &amp;nbsp;Force Manual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Whoever said the pen &amp;nbsp;is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic &amp;nbsp;weapons.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &amp;nbsp;General Mac Arthur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0062e1;"&gt;'You, &amp;nbsp;you, and you ... Panic. The rest of you, come with me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- U.S. Marine Corp Gunnery &amp;nbsp;Sgt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;'Tracers &amp;nbsp;work both ways.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;U.S. &amp;nbsp;Army Ordnance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Five second fuses only &amp;nbsp;last three seconds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Infantry &amp;nbsp;Journal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Any ship can be a &amp;nbsp;minesweeper. Once.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;'Never &amp;nbsp;tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Unknown Marine &amp;nbsp;Recruit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;'If you see a bomb &amp;nbsp;technician running, try to keep up with him.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;USAF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt; Ammo &amp;nbsp;Troop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Though I Fly Through &amp;nbsp;the Valley of Death , I Shall Fear No Evil. For I am at 50,000 Feet and &amp;nbsp;Climbing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'You've &amp;nbsp;never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Paul F. Crickmore (test &amp;nbsp;pilot)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;'The only &amp;nbsp;time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;'If the &amp;nbsp;wings are traveling faster than the fuselage, it's probably a helicopter &amp;nbsp;-- and therefore, unsafe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;'When &amp;nbsp;one engine fails on a twin-engine airplane you always have enough power &amp;nbsp;left to get you to the scene of the crash.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;'What is &amp;nbsp;the similarity between air traffic controllers and pilots?&lt;br /&gt;If a pilot &amp;nbsp;screws up, the pilot dies;&lt;br /&gt;If ATC screws up, .... The pilot &amp;nbsp;dies.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'Never &amp;nbsp;trade luck for skill.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The three most common &amp;nbsp;expressions (or famous last words),&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in aviation &amp;nbsp;are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Why is it doing &amp;nbsp;that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'Where are &amp;nbsp;we?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;'Oh&amp;nbsp; No...!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0062e1;"&gt;'Airspeed, &amp;nbsp;altitude and brains. Two are always needed to successfully complete the &amp;nbsp;flight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Mankind has a perfect &amp;nbsp;record in aviation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;we have never left one &amp;nbsp;up there!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;'Flying &amp;nbsp;the airplane is more important than radioing your plight to a person on &amp;nbsp;the ground incapable of understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;or doing &amp;nbsp;anything about it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #603181;"&gt;'The &amp;nbsp;Piper Cub is the safest airplane in the world; &lt;br /&gt;it can just barely &amp;nbsp;kill you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #603181;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Attributed to Max Stanley (Northrop test pilot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Airman, maintain thy &amp;nbsp;air speed, lest the earth rise up and smite you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #603181;"&gt;'There &amp;nbsp;is no reason to fly through a thunderstorm in &amp;nbsp;peacetime.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sign &amp;nbsp;over the Squadron Ops. Desk at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #603181;"&gt;Davis-Monthan &amp;nbsp;AFB, AZ, 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'If &amp;nbsp;something hasn't broken on your helicopter, it's about &amp;nbsp;to.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;'You know &amp;nbsp;that your landing gear is up and locked when it takes full power to taxi &amp;nbsp;to the terminal.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;As &amp;nbsp;the test pilot climbs out of the experimental aircraft, having torn off &amp;nbsp;the wings and tail in the crash landing, the crash truck arrives; the &amp;nbsp;rescuer sees a bloodied pilot and asks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;'What &amp;nbsp;happened?' &lt;br /&gt;The pilot's reply: 'I don't know, I just got here &amp;nbsp;myself!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002f80;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &amp;nbsp;Attributed to Ray Crandell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;(Lockheed &amp;nbsp;test &amp;nbsp;pilot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-8877954759648521776?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8877954759648521776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom-from-military-manuels-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8877954759648521776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8877954759648521776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom-from-military-manuels-and-beyond.html' title='Wisdom from Military Manuels and Beyond...'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-8992724281366476718</id><published>2009-12-24T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:56:10.742Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm home at my Moms for Christmas! We headed out for a walk yesterday and discovered that the recent warm weather was melting the snow and flooding the root cellar, as the drain seems to have frozen solid. Looks like the original drain was to small for the situation. So my step-dad and I set out on a new adventure last night about sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLK7VomEBI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWOUDmbamK0/s1600-h/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLK7VomEBI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWOUDmbamK0/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We began digging a new drainage ditch with the tractor and discovered that the ground was too frozen to dig in with the plow blade we were trying to use. We built a fire over top the ditch and went to bed last night, hoping it would thaw out while we slept. :) It did thaw out about 6 or 8 inches of the 12 to 20 inches which were frozen. So this morning we went to work with the pick and shovel. And we had the majority of the 40 foot ditch dug out when we came across a small obstacle. This is where the adventure started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLMHG5r7kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HuqhO8rtoC8/s1600-h/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLMHG5r7kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HuqhO8rtoC8/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our small obstacle! It wouldn't budge . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLNJIB5d0I/AAAAAAAAABY/RSaFFJ7W-2k/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLNJIB5d0I/AAAAAAAAABY/RSaFFJ7W-2k/s640/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we pulled on it with the tractor a little harder . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLN360gnmI/AAAAAAAAABg/QQ9mwRC4Fkg/s1600-h/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLN360gnmI/AAAAAAAAABg/QQ9mwRC4Fkg/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little more weight on it, wonder how long the chain will hold the weight? &lt;br /&gt;Notice how the front tires are squished! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLOZS37coI/AAAAAAAAABo/3t-Bz8F_8tM/s1600-h/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLOZS37coI/AAAAAAAAABo/3t-Bz8F_8tM/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And we bounced it a little bit . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLPKn-IM6I/AAAAAAAAABw/0cfncAWBOGE/s1600-h/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLPKn-IM6I/AAAAAAAAABw/0cfncAWBOGE/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Frank lifted pulled on the hydraulics and the tractor went a little higher in the air . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLMHG5r7kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HuqhO8rtoC8/s1600-h/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLMHG5r7kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HuqhO8rtoC8/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It now looks like this. Well except we started digging out around the rock, maybe the drain pipe will bend easier then the rock moves, or&amp;nbsp; brakes for that matter, we also pulled and pushed and hammered on it for a while with a 16 pound hammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLVC2wF9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RA3k01RBtiY/s1600-h/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLVC2wF9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RA3k01RBtiY/s640/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we built some more fires on the frozen spots as the sunset this evening. My fingers have a tight feeling, like they have been cold for a long time, and my back aches like I've been swinging a pick all day. However its been a good day and sooner or later will have a drainage ditch dug, and the spring will come. The ditch can be deepened and a good drain pipe can be put in. Maybe it will be a good reminder to people in the future that doing something right the first time can be far more profitable, and easier, the first time when the weather it good and you have a backhoe to do the work. At least I have the satisfaction of being tired from a good days work and clean mountain air in my lungs. Well minus the smoke from the fires :) and that has to be better then smog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-8992724281366476718?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/8992724281366476718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-home-at-my-moms-for-christmas-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8992724281366476718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/8992724281366476718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-home-at-my-moms-for-christmas-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SzLK7VomEBI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWOUDmbamK0/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-6117114712268833271</id><published>2009-11-22T16:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:12:01.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do we wait?</title><content type='html'>It's the that time of year again, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. However I was pondering that thought this morning, why is it that we all wait until this time of year to express our thanks? Yes, there is a lot to be thankful for, God has blessed me in so many ways this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, who stand beside me, encourage me when I'm down, run off on wild adventures when I feel like it, and walk shoulder to shoulder with me as we strive to better understand God. Professors who see good in me that I sometimes don't even see in myself, and work hard to help me in every way they can. Going out of the way in those specials ways that make professors more then teachers, that makes them also my friends. A landlord who buys me apple cider and gives me produce from their garden, even invites me over for lunch sometimes, and never complains about my old truck parked in front of their house. My wonderful family tries so hard to show their love, sacrificing to help me when they really can't afford it, standing beside me and encouraging me in my dreams and ambitions. I'm sure that is not that is is always easy, I have so many plans, desires, and ambitions to serve parts of the world that seem to be forgotten. Do they flinch when I share ideas to help some of the areas of this earth that our considered the most dangerous? No, they support me and encourage me. With all this in mind I want to take this opportunity to change my habits of expressing thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait until thanksgiving to share my gratitude, after all you never know when you might not get the chance. We are never promised tomorrow in this life, but we have today so let's use it to the fullest. Join me in making this holiday not be about the food, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.networksolutions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/thanksgivingfeast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://blog.networksolutions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/thanksgivingfeast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make it a holiday of life, a never ending spirit of thanksgiving in our lives. Let's not wait for for this day any longer! So from me to you, THANK-YOU for being a part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SwlixnXoYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/77zO9aVhuoc/s1600/Friends.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SwlixnXoYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/77zO9aVhuoc/s320/Friends.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-6117114712268833271?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/6117114712268833271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-we-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/6117114712268833271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/6117114712268833271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-we-wait.html' title='Why do we wait?'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bkj69zRdsUU/SwlixnXoYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/77zO9aVhuoc/s72-c/Friends.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-9115489525552983996</id><published>2009-11-14T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:47:57.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Debt and New Projects</title><content type='html'>Well I recently sold my 04' ranger to get out of debt. So now I have a new project vehicle. So it has a few problems, but it's bigger and 4x4 which I like. It's a Ford Diesel, with lot's of power and low end torque. The exciting part is that I am working on a project to convert to BioDiesel. This has been a very exciting project for me, because I love the idea of being free from the the pumps and the biggest perk is getting out of debt I am know one step closer to to entering humanitarian work full time.&lt;br /&gt;Friends I don't know of a more exciting journey then to serve other people. My personal motto for the last few years has been, "Life is not worth living unless you live with giving." Anything that enables me to give more of myself gives such peace and contentment. I challenge you today, how can you help the hurting people of this world? How can you give of your self to lift the burden of just one person today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160701085030924948-9115489525552983996?l=wingsofservice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/feeds/9115489525552983996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/11/debt-and-new-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/9115489525552983996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160701085030924948/posts/default/9115489525552983996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsofservice.blogspot.com/2009/11/debt-and-new-projects.html' title='Debt and New Projects'/><author><name>Stephen D. Lingenfelter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05953141120566172711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160701085030924948.post-1375361344771051981</id><published>2009-11-14T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:31:49.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Life's Ponderings</title><content type='html'>A new blog, a fresh start, a refocus on my goals in life. I've been doing a lot of thinking about how I can serve others better lately. I've started this blog hoping to use it as a median to share life's experiences of service, and maybe someday soon service from the wings of an airplane. 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