I saw you dancing today. You are a member of the greatest generation and yet you can still dance as you did 64 years ago. You quickly left the stage as your younger progeny followed you out to dance. Your progeny is faster and sleeker, but it is you that gave her life a generation or two removed. You were the starlet back then, the best in the world. Your granddaughter now rules the stage, but she knows her roots.
After she danced her solo dance, rising and diving, twirling and spinning for the crowd, you joined her for the finale. Yes, she slowed down for you. As you danced across the stage, side by side, you showed us what made you great back then. It looked as if she was holding you close in case you tripped, but you never missed a move.
Your finish was spectacular; taking one last twist and spin. And after you gave us your final bow, your granddaughter copied your finale.
During your time, you helped save the world. Your beautiful descendant ensures it stays safe for us.
The P-51 Mustang and the F-15 Eagle dance in the sky
Your grace and beauty in peace belies your deadly and powerful abilities to defend what is yours.
We are grateful to you both.