Save the Remaining QF-4 Phantom IIs that have a Paint Scheme


Save the Remaining QF-4 Phantom IIs that have a Paint Scheme
The Issue
Save the remaining QF-4 Phantom IIs for future generations. Obviously some QF-4s have to be expended in missile tests and I accept that, but save the ones that have been painted and are well looked after, like the ones that visited EAA AirVenture Oshkosh 2016!
One More Roll
We toast our hearty comrades who have fallen from the skies, and were gently caught by God's own hand to be with him on High.
To dwell among the soaring clouds they've known so well before. From victory roll to tail chase, at heaven's very door.
As we fly among them there, we're sure to head their plea. To take care my friend, watch your six, and do one more roll for me.
— Commander Jerry Coffee, Hanoi, 1968.
The Aeroplane
I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it's wrath.
I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death… is in my wings.
— Gordon Boshell.

The Issue
Save the remaining QF-4 Phantom IIs for future generations. Obviously some QF-4s have to be expended in missile tests and I accept that, but save the ones that have been painted and are well looked after, like the ones that visited EAA AirVenture Oshkosh 2016!
One More Roll
We toast our hearty comrades who have fallen from the skies, and were gently caught by God's own hand to be with him on High.
To dwell among the soaring clouds they've known so well before. From victory roll to tail chase, at heaven's very door.
As we fly among them there, we're sure to head their plea. To take care my friend, watch your six, and do one more roll for me.
— Commander Jerry Coffee, Hanoi, 1968.
The Aeroplane
I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it's wrath.
I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death… is in my wings.
— Gordon Boshell.

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Petition created on 2 August 2016
