"There's a grief that can't be spoken,             There's a pain goes on and on,

 Phantom faces at the window,

 Phantom shadows on the floor, 

 Empty chairs and empty tables,

 Where my friends will sing no more."

 (from Les Miserables)

Below are the known Phantom-era "Squids" who have since flown west. With apologies, photos were unavailable for a number. (We greatly appreciate your assistance in helping us find photos of those not pictured).

A nickel on the grass for all too many.

• Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
  And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
  Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
  Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
  You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
  High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
  I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
  My eager craft through footless halls of air.
  Up, up the long delirious burning blue
  I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
  Where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
  And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
  The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
  Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

   

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