The Whirlwing pilots are starting to die off.
Twin engined, double this, double that; the old Whirwind with one of everything managed to keep us upright just as well as the Wessex did. There was nothing like the trust you had in your Whirlwind in Borneo compared to the Wessex. Our Squadron in 1966 was mostly first tourists straight out of FTS, sent out over the jungle on their own and we did not have a single accident all year.
Two of the Navy's darlings found it a bit hard going so I was sent out to Sepulot in my Whirwind to do all their tasking for them.
