I'm sitting in a world class C-21 or as most people know it as its civilian equivalent, a LearJet 35A. I'm on my way back from Montana to the cornfields of Southern Illinois. And I'm engulfed in an incredible discussion on leadership with a group of Generals and Field Grade officers. Despite the draw of discussion and discourse I can't help but stare out the window and enjoy the view.
I've been staring at the sky and out the window of airplanes nearly all my life. Even as a pilot it never gets old. There's just something astonishing about the view, the peacefulness of the ground passing by, the borderless landscape and the romanticism of flight. It is a gift to have " slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings..." (High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.).