Robert Heinlein, et al.
We can and will add others whom we acknowledge or even admire, but I am willing to bet that of all the science fiction writers, Heinlein is held in the highest regard here.
"I would say that my position is not too far from that of Ayn Rand's; that I would like to see government reduced to no more than internal police and courts, external armed forces — with the other matters handled otherwise. I'm sick of the way the government sticks its nose into everything, now.
The Robert Heinlein Interview (1973)" -- https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_...
(But even this one resource provides a rich array to choose from.)
Every law that was ever written opened up a new way to graft. -- Red Planet (1949)
"I would say that my position is not too far from that of Ayn Rand's; that I would like to see government reduced to no more than internal police and courts, external armed forces — with the other matters handled otherwise. I'm sick of the way the government sticks its nose into everything, now.
The Robert Heinlein Interview (1973)" -- https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_...
(But even this one resource provides a rich array to choose from.)
Every law that was ever written opened up a new way to graft. -- Red Planet (1949)
By "Good" characters I mean well written and fleshed out enough they become believable and take on a life of their own in your imagination. Whether their actions are something you judge right or wrong is irrelevant to what makes a good character.
A character you despise is just as important to a well told story as a character you love. We just identify more personally with the ones we like.
Good characters give a story so much more life and longevity.
Jan
My father (and his) were Mustang Mavericks, then: started enlisted and worked up from there. But my father was fond of saying that while he appreciated the presence of his parachute, he never liked the idea of jumping out of 'a plane with two perfectly good wings'.
Thank you for clarifying the terms. And for the poetry.
Jan
Me Mum was a Brit, her brother flew spits
but first a hurricane one or two.
Me Dad was a yank she became oneas well
and a warbride to add to the stew
He worked for the mighty bomber command
midst myriad fighers and odds and ends
and never flew....but his brother did
and shot down an eM262
now his brothers were navvy
and it half drove him crazy
when his son took up jumping
with more take offs than landings
which most any leg could do.
Try landing without those shiny wings
'tis enough to make the angels sing
But all was well as everyone knows.
Paratroops go home with the belles
and the whistles it takes to get them
And that my dear friends brings us back
from the end back to the very start.
Winning the hand and the heart
of young foreign young maidens is
the lot of the jumping commandos.
Only surpassed by the guy in the corner.
Eat your hearts out and cry legs
anyone can take off and fly
but it takes a real soldier
to land in a parachute.
That's as good as I'll write this night
So cheers to the War Brides we knew.
What kind of 'son'
I might have become
without those wings of silver
Now some would say
we needed a test
of mental ability
But some are green
with low esteem
and the green you see
is not a real beenee.
Cheers to your Mum !!!
and the gods of bad poetry
Jan
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