Wakayume

This dreamy picture of the SR 71 being refueled from years ago, when the mighty Blackbird ruled the sky. No one could touch her; she was so fast you could barely see her, but her job was necessary, so crucial because an SR-71 could start a war or finish a war.

Knowledge is power. The United States had the knowledge; we had the power. This was back when right and wrong were easily defined. The SR-71 flew under the command of SAC, the Strategic Air Command, whose motto was “Peace is our Profession.” The only weapon that the SR 71 had was its speed.

The SR-71 KEPT THE PEACE.

Written by somebody who was there at the beginning of the Blackbird program~ Linda Sheffield.

A whispering wind through wheat and gold,

The sun slips low, the air turns cold.

Boots on rails, worn heart in tow,

He walks where only shadows go.

A bag half-empty, jacket frayed,

By time and truths he’s not yet weighed.

Each mile he moves, a thread unwinds—

Of hunts to come, of ghosts and signs.

But now he's just a boy alone,

With nowhere safe, and no real home.

He doesn’t know what he will face,

What love he'll lose, what blood he'll chase.

He only knows the road is long—

As he carries on, the wayward son.