I flew with Smudge on my final swan-song Herc trip to the Falklands via Brazil both ways. We had such a laugh on the route at many things including his wild-cat motor bike stories-on ironically this, my last trip, and this first real route trip--and it was apparent then that this charming and honest young man was to be a real star in the making--he had a "good pair of hands" --meaning he was a naturally and highly-talented pilot and he was much-liked by all. It is such a waste, such a waste but a least if it is a little crumb of consolation--he died doing what he absolutely loved. He is dearly missed, and if I may say I still think about him and his cheeky smile a lot--God Bless Smudge.