1:33:02
Millions of "cabunas"
everywhere.
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"Moishe's"?
1:33:10
"Moishe's"
1:33:13
No, that's in Montreal.
1:33:16
But, they have the
same thing in Edminton.
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Plus, I'll tell you what...
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soon as you get out of the hospital,
I'll take you for a big steak dinner.
1:33:24
Alright?
1:33:26
Mushrooms...
potatoes and onions...
1:33:43
I didn't know Charlie Holladay
for very long...
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but I do know he
was a good pilot...
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and a good friend.
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We are gathered here today
because he was taken from us.
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Much too soon.
1:34:10
Words are cold comfort when
a young life is cut so short.
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But I thought I might read
from a poem I found,
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written by a young Canadian flight lieutenant
named John McGee during the war
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and found in his locker
after he was shot down.
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"Oh, I have slipped the
surly bonds of Earth,
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and danced the skies
on laughter-silvered wings.
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Sunward I've climbed,
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and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds --
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and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of --
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wheeled and soared and swung
high in the sunlit silence.