>>4836 It's cold up there. It crawls from the seat up through your buttocks and into your spine. Also, blood red sunsets are negative omens. You just have to hope it's meant for your enemies and not for you. It is very scary. Life at least seems to have meaning, though.

Cuckchan thread. Bump

As the rituals of an old world surrounded the achievement of the new, the mood was one of melancholy and regret, accompanied by a tremulous and anxious excitement. Flight has always possessed an enormous symbolism for man; during the war that symbolism was heightened. The air ace was the object of limitless envy among infantry, mired in mud and seeming helplessness. Soldiers looked up from their trenches and saw in the air a purity of combat that the ground war had lost. The "knights of the sky" were engaged in a conflict in which individual effort still counted, romantic notions of honor, glory, heroism, and chivalry were still intact. In the air, war still had meaning. Flyers were the "aristocracy of war" - "the resurrection of our personality," as one writer put it. Flying was associated with freedom and independence, an escape from the horrendous collective slaughter of war of matériel. In the air war one could maintain values, including respect for one's enemy, values that lay at the foundation of civilization and that the war on the ground appeared to be negating. The most significant technological achievement of the modern world was thus seen as a means of affirming traditional values.