I only recall flying with him once in the seven years that I knew him: stories shared of that infamous mission of his in the Sols, firing stun grenades out the door of a 212 trying to knock over some rioting rascols who put a hole in his tail boom. The story got bigger and better every time I heard it! a larger than life character on the ground; always open to sharing an opinion on almost anything; flew with his trouser pants pulled up around his knees. I never understood why, it's not as if he wasn't used to hot weather! And I think he also enjoyed the occasional glass of red. Memories enjoyed.
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