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Goal:
To complete your project at or under cost, on or before the date you want the project done.


Mission:
Provide cost-effective, engineering services to the aviation community with the highest level of integrity, and dedication to surpassing customers expectations.


Profile:

  • Jim Davidson, president of Davidson Engineering Resources, Inc. has served the aviation community for over 20 years and now provides a broadened spectrum of aviation engineering capabilities.
  • Davidson Engineering Resources, Inc. is a small, agile consulting firm with Flight Test, Structural, Mechanical, Electrical, and Electronic DER services as well as aircraft survey capabilities.
  • Davidson Engineering Resources, Inc. provides complete TC and STC Project Management capabilities, from development of the PSCP to delivering the complete data / drawing package.
  • We provide support for FAA Form 337 projects, TC / STC projects, PMA projects and bring resources with many years of combined aviation experience to the table.
  • Davidson Engineering Resources, Inc. also provides Six Sigma Statistical Analysis and Process development / improvement capabilities.


 


Davidson Engineering ResourcesIncorporated       Phone (520) 977-9824      Fax (520) 546-4242      Email jimdavidson@davidson-der.com
 
HIGH FLIGHT
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

This poem was written by a young American, John Gillespie Magee, Jr., who flew with the Royal Canadian Air Force in England at the Start of WW II. He was killed shohrtly after he composed "High Flight."

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 windswept 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.