Feb. 1, 2013 is the 10th anniversary of the death of the space shuttle Columbia and her gallant crew. I offer the following sentiments, one published about a week later, the other three years ago.
Then there is this, from Kipling:
"We have fed our sea for a thousand years
And she calls us, still unfed,
Though there's never a wave of all her waves
But marks our English dead:
We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest,
To the shark and the sheering gull.
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord God, we ha' paid in full!"
There is a price of admiralty for the airless sea of space as well. It will be paid, in part, in tears and in blood.