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HIGH FLIGHT</p>
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“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth<br />
And danced the skies on laughter—silvered wings;<br />
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth<br />
of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things<br />
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung<br />
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung<br />
My eager craft thru footless halls of air.<br />
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue<br />
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace<br />
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—<br />
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod<br />
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,<br />
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”</p>
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<em> —Pilot Officer John Gillespie, Magee, Jr., RCAF</em></p>
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The above poem, written by an American who was killed while flying with the Royal Canadian Air Force, typically expresses how our “Jim” felt about flying. He read these lines some years ago in a newspaper and clipped the article to keep in his billfold so he could gain new inspiration from re-reading its eloquent impressions of flight. It was still in his wallet when he “touched the face of God” in his final flight on March 19, 1954 four miles from Chanute Air Force Base. I know that he would like to have these lines quoted here that they might give the same inspiration that he had found in them to anyone who loved flying as he did.</p>
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“Jimmie” was born at Iowa City, Iowa on May 23, 1920. He was the only son of Colonel and Mrs. Albert L. Lane, Sr. Although he was christened Albert, Jr., he was known to all by his nicknames, “Jim” or “Jimmie” Like most Service youngsters he spent his days dreaming and talking of the time when he could go to West Point. Most of his early education was attained in the Army Post Schools at Fort Belvoir, Virginia, Fort Hancock, New Jersey and Fort Logan, Colorado. He graduated from Grant High School while we were stationed at Portland, Oregon.</p>
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After high school, Jim, in company with many of his future classmates, prepped for West Point at “Beanie” Millard’s in Washington, D.C. His childhood dream became a reality when he entered the Academy in July 1939. Beneath his picture in the January 1943<em> Howitzer</em> is written: “When the going gets difficult, then is the time to smile and pitch in all the harder. With this rule and the will to strive for the top. Jimmie spent four years at West Point commanding the respect of all. Whether dragging Delafield or bearing down on his opponent in the ring, he always displayed the same eager enthusiasm. The courage that so often awed his classmates will carry him far in the Army.”</p>
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The above lines express what were perhaps his most outstanding qualities. His intense desire to excel was evident early in his boyhood. It was demonstrated in one instance which occurred when he was eleven years old. I took him and his older sister for a climb to the top of Long’s Peak in Colorado. After we returned he told us that he had been higher than anyone else and explained that while we had been resting at the top of the peak he had climbed atop the highest boulder. This same determination to excel was demonstrated in his work in the Boy Scouts. In two years he advanced from Tenderfoot to Eagle Scout.</p>
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His West Point classmates tell of his true sportsmanship and his natural athletic ability while at the Academy. He started out in his plebe year on the swimming team and was doing fine in that sport when, because of the natural ability he displayed during Billy Cavenaugh’s required plebe boxing classes, he was asked to transfer to the boxing team. Although he had had no previous boxing experience, he made the boxing team and represented the Academy for two years in the 165-pound weight class. His classmates state that no one who saw the bout will ever forget the courage and determination Jim showed, even though losing the decision, when he went out of his weight class and fought Syracuse’s 175-pound intercollegiate champion.</p>
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The good humor, even disposition and determination which he always displayed when faced with adversity and hardship was perhaps best demonstrated during his sixteen months as a German prisoner of war. Jim’s prison camp comrades invariably tell about his fine sense of humor, his good spirits and his fine leadership-qualities, which helped them immensely during their many dreary months of prison life. While in prison, he organized and taught calculus classes to those whose education had been interrupted by the war.</p>
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One of his characteristics which, as his father, I cherished most was his humility. He never to my memory told the family of any awards or decorations that he had received. During his recent tour in Germany, he had won a plaque for taking first place in the all around rifle and pistol matches at the Landsthul Rod and Gun Club, and another plaque for taking first place in the pistol match. When he was a boy we had spent many happy hours hunting and shooting together and he had accompanied me to various Army matches and was intensely proud of any success that I had. He knew how proud I would have been of him for winning the plaques in Germany, but, in his characteristic humility, he never did tell me about them.</p>
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Jim summarized his Air Force career for the Tenth Anniversary Howitzer of his class as follows:</p>
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“Lane, Albert L., Jr., (Lt Col USAF). After convincing southern belle Ann Grimes it twarn’t so “about the ways of the Air Force men”, we joined forces Feb ‘43. Honeymooned Del Rio, Texas, while transitioning and later instructing in B-26’s. Adopted 9 year old Chuck and we travelled to MacDill Field, then to Smyrna, Tennessee. for B-24 transition and then on to Boise, Pocatello and March Field in quick succession, then to England in the lumbering beast with the 453rd Bomb Group—shot down Feb. ‘44 over Brunswick, Germany, and became a ‘Kriegie’. News of Ann ‘Jr’s’ arrival in July ‘44 reached me in prison camp. Returned States June ‘45, assigned Office Air Inspector. HQ SAC. Finished Air Tac School May ’47, then assigned 4th Fighter Group, Andrews Field. Toured the 5 sided house with A-4, 1948-49. Graduated Air Command and Staff School at Maxwell before going back to Germany with A-3, HQ 2nd Air Division, Landsberg. Next assigned 86th Fighter Group, Munich, where Ted was born January ‘52. Now commanding 525th Ftr Bomb Sq.”</p>
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In September of 1953 Jim was transferred back to the U.S. for duty in the War Plans Division, HQ, USAF.</p>
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While Jim had a great variety of assignments in the Service, his great love was always to fly fighters. After the war, even though his wartime training had been in bombers, he requested and was assigned to the 4th Fighter Group, one of the first USAF fighter groups to get jets. The staff assignments which followed his service with the 4th Group were spent in anticipation of returning to jet fighters. In Germany, again upon his request, he was assigned to the 86th Fighter-Bomber Group, and his last assignment in the Group, Commanding Officer of the 525th Fighter-Bomber Squadron, was one of his happiest ones.</p>
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The esteem with which Jim was held in his more recent assignments and the contribution he made to his Service can perhaps best be described by some of his fellow workers and commanders.</p>
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His classmate, “B-Ball” Harrington, who worked with Jim during his 1948-49 Pentagon assignment wrote:</p>
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“Knowing Jimmy Lane has been the finest thing I have derived from the Service. His memory is locked in my heart where it shall make me ever mindful of the finest of qualities of human dignity, selflessness, humility, honesty and forbearance in the years that lie ahead. He was a genuine friend who shall never be replaced. I feel that he shall always be with me.”</p>
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Lieutenant Colonel McLaughlin, under whom Jim served in the 86th Fighter-Bomber Wing, had this to say about his recent service in Germany:</p>
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“Jim was without a doubt, the finest officer I have ever known. He was my operations officer when I commanded the 525th Fighter-Bomber Squadron, and we continued to work closely together after he took command of the squadron and I became group operations officer. He cherished his command and took to heart the problems of each and every man. From the first moment he joined this organization, he was admired by everyone and his leadership and influence were felt, not only in his own unit, but throughout the wing.”</p>
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Brigadier General Harvey T. Alness. Chief of the War Plans Division, Headquarters USAF, under whom Jim served on his most recent assignment, said:</p>
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“Jim seemed to embody all the fine qualities that West Point tries to build into its graduates. His integrity, his bearing, and his fine code of ethics caused many of us older graduates to look to him with special pride. Those of us who worked closely with him know how good it was to have known him. He did so much to inspire and establish in us those things that are good, meaningful and enduring.” Although alert and sensitive to the demands of the military duty. Jim nevertheless made it a point and found time to be a good husband and loving father. He loved his family as they loved him. His devoted wife, Ann, shared almost his entire commissioned service with him. Ann’s brother Chuck, whom they adopted, their daughter Ann, who was born while Jim was a prisoner of war, and their young son, Albert III, shared in a happy and companionable home life. Jim’s family enjoyment was found in the little things—the simple pleasure of taking the family to the swimming pool, a trek through the woods, a game with the children, or a camping trip—all these typify the days he so enjoyed with his family.</p>
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Our Jim is gone but he will not be forgotten. While his untimely death has left us filled with sadness, our sorrow is eased by the knowledge that he had lived his short span fully and well, and that he had fulfilled every ambition which we ever held for him. Also, his passing has given us new faith and inspiration and resolve to live by those principles to which he was so dedicated: “Duty, Honor, Country”.</p>
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<em>—A. L. L., Sr.</em></p>