Two dead in helocopter crash
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Andy.
I only knew you for a short time, but you were a true friend. You took me on my first surfing trip on a wet and windy day on the north coast. What a mad day!
Si,
Many a good night propped up against the bar singing Frank Sinatra songs! What was amazing was that you were actually very good at it!
Rest in peace friends. I'll miss you both.
I only knew you for a short time, but you were a true friend. You took me on my first surfing trip on a wet and windy day on the north coast. What a mad day!
Si,
Many a good night propped up against the bar singing Frank Sinatra songs! What was amazing was that you were actually very good at it!
Rest in peace friends. I'll miss you both.
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Thought the posting of a poem above was entirely appropriate. Pilots - indeed all military men and women, I suspect, have the soul of a poet within them somewhere. The one below has always been a favourite of mine. When the cab's are u/s - again. Or the FRBs are not co-operating (surely not!). Or there is just one more duty to complete. Or a million and one other pieces of tedium with which to deal, WE know that we have only to get airborne to feel the unconfined joy that is so eloquently written here. The sentiments are undimmed with the passage of time or the march of technology. They are as poignant today as they were when they were penned in WWII - and penned by another lad you did not, eventually, come home...
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
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I had the very great pleasure of knowing Andy since the age of 9 when we went to the same school down in Northampton. We went to different schools from 13 but kept in regular contact and met up for reunions every six months or so.
As has been mentioned in many previous threads this accident was an absolute tragedy. Andy was a person you were proud to call your friend. Considerate, good fun and most of all a pleasure to be around. To have know someone for most of your life and then have them so cruelly taken away is so unbeliveably sad. My thoughts and condolences are with Andy's parents and brother, Matthew.
As has been mentioned in many previous threads this accident was an absolute tragedy. Andy was a person you were proud to call your friend. Considerate, good fun and most of all a pleasure to be around. To have know someone for most of your life and then have them so cruelly taken away is so unbeliveably sad. My thoughts and condolences are with Andy's parents and brother, Matthew.
