Yea, though I fly through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for my F-4 Phantom jet armed with rocket, napalm and cannon, will comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies of strong navy coffee, and chow. Thou anointest my head with salt spray, the banshee roar of jet engines, aviation fumes, and endless seas, my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me to unite with past airmen in phantom squadrons all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord and fly wingman to Him forever.

My photo depicting God's messenger, amen.