Thinking of those I have known who are no longer with us is like a golden thread that runs through my career. My life.
John Watts, Pete Stacey, Guy Ward, Dave Browning, Wayne Hopson, Tony Moffat, Steve Newman, Andy Johns, Dave Sunderland, Phil Brewer, Glyn Jones, Graham Forbes, Kev Hardie, Richard Westgate. They were all shocks. Friends gone before their time. All but one lost in aircraft.
My very close friends were Jim McMenemy, Dick Meston, and my closest friend in life Rick Cook.
Many of them I was privileged to carry to their final resting place. Many in their twenties.
This post is not meant as anything other than to allow me the opportunity to say, every single one of them utterly loved to fly. To “slip the surly bonds of earth and dance the skies.” How lucky are we. We happy ‘few’, we band of brothers.