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Me and hubby will raise a glass tonight.
We both have spent many happy years at Leuchars.
My thoughts and prayers are with the families and friends left behind and of course all at Leuchars.
RIP dudes....let's hope you are in a better place. Defo drink some quality malt to your memory this evening and my sincerest and deepest condolences to the families and relatives of those involved!
Diary for today, 2 July 2009, simply reads............."Bugger"!
Dare I be the first to post this? I find it very moving.
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where pilots can go, when they have to die-
A place where a guy can go and buy a cold beer
For a friend and comrade, whose memory is dear;
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kinda dark and full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
The kind of place where a lady could go
And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung,
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before.
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door;
Who would buy you a drink if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you how to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
"When the journey is over, and the war has been won
"They've come here to at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerk and the management clone,
"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise
Where the hours are happy, and these good ol'boys
"Can relax with a cool one, and a well-deserved rest;
"This is Heaven, my son -- you've passed your last test!"
Absolutely awful. My wife and I send condolences to the families, the squadron and the station. "High Flight" is in a frame on the wall in front of me - cannot put anything better than that.
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