Jak London
Lewis,
I had the honour to serve with Jack on 801, and he was a true FAA pilot - professional to the core, worked hard, played hard and bags and bags of real style.
Stories? Tons.
One that stood out was Jack's determination to carve his own path during a port visit. As the ship berthed, there was Jack, black leather jacket, black shirt, black trews, black shoes, black bag and black sunglasses, first down the gangway. Not a word to anyone.
Nothing heard for four days. At all.
Four days later, one minute before the gangway was to be lifted, Jack appears at the dockside. Black leather jacket, shirt, trews, shoes, bag, sunnies. Strolls up the gangway, snaps to attention, makes for his cabin. Duty Officer - "Hey Jack, where have you been?". Jack - "Around." Leaves.
Pure class. Miss him loads.
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