Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Tiger, Tiger

Much is possible that never gets tried due to the average passivity of the average man. It's a good thing most men are like to lambs. Some though are tigers. They do the possible things and they sometimes succeed. Sometimes they fail, and in that they might still win, going down to defeat in great glory. It's not for everyone. Most men are lambs.

The Flying Tigers
By Jonathan Lee '03

The Flying Tigers were one of the most colorful group in World War II. The volunteer group was formed to protect China from Japan, without entering the war. The Tigers were definitely an essential part in China's struggle against Japanese invaders. The Flying Tigers were led by an American professional aviator, Claire Lee Chennault. The AVG had little supplies. They had a shortage of pilots, fuel, spare parts, and equipment. Though they were at a disadvantage, they still beat all odds. The Flying Tigers were only 28 weeks in combat but they

still left their mark. The Flying Tigers also known as Fei Hu ( for sharks teeth, were an American Volunteer Group led by Claire Chennault. On the September of 1941, 300 men and women boarded ships on the west coast and went to Rangoon to begin their training for combat. These people were mostly personnel released from the US Army, Navy, and Marines to volunteer for the AVG(www.wpafb). They consisted of pilots, aircraft mechanics, propeller specialists, doctors, nurses, clerks, and even a chaplain. The reasons why these people wanted to volunteer were to get money to marry on, buy cars, or just to laugh and play on (Boothe, p.4). The volunteers traveled incognito, they disguised themselves as missionaries, planters, circus performers, and the list goes on ( 100 were to be pilots and 200 were to be ground crew. The man who trained these volunteers was a man named Claire Chennault. Though the name sounds like a girls, I can assure you that this was a man of great talent and leadership. For more information on the Tigers click here.
General Claire Chennault and the "Flying Tigers" [ link]

I don't know of anyone who became immortal by living forever. Immortals live well. They do what others would if only only. It's not for the passive, not for the lambs. Immortality is for the tigers.

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake, "The Tygre."

Tourists. Hundreds of tourists. Showing up as tourist to commit tourism in the forests of the night.

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