There was a mythic ship that soared her crew into the heavens on pillars of flame. Those that sailed aboard her did it not because it was easy, but because it was hard. They were the best and brightest the world had to offer. She sailed them through the stars and brought them safely home. Twenty seven times she made this voyage, but on the twenty eighth she stumbled coming home and the fires of Earth consumed her. She died not with a whimper, but with a bang that shook the very earth though she was miles above it. She was my inspiration for my first two years of college, and her picture hung in a place of honor on the wall. Today I grieve, but I do not despair for although she was the first, she was not the last and her sisters shall take up her burdens and carry on. Godspeed Columbia and crew, you will be missed.