That's a great idea Griffon. I second the motion.
I can think of Duke and Muchacho for a start.
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Accident at Comox B.C.
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Mitch Cronin
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RIP
Rest In Peace Fellow Aviators!
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 untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
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 untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
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I also like the idea. Sometimes it is easy to dissociate the name from the person, unless you have a personal connection. Let's not remember either of these men as just statistics - let's remember them as human beings and fellow aviators.
I've been out of the loop for a few days - this news is indeed saddening. Perhaps the only saving grace here is that they died as they lived - as pilots, right until the end. May each of us remember this, and never take for granted the gift of flight that we all share. Like the sea, the winds demand their sacrifice from time to time. My heart goes out to the friends and family of these two. Godspeed.
I've been out of the loop for a few days - this news is indeed saddening. Perhaps the only saving grace here is that they died as they lived - as pilots, right until the end. May each of us remember this, and never take for granted the gift of flight that we all share. Like the sea, the winds demand their sacrifice from time to time. My heart goes out to the friends and family of these two. Godspeed.
Understanding begets harmony; in seeking the first you will find the last.
Here is for all who are asking about Muchacho. As nice as they come...
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Either you're in, or you're in the way
I don't live on the west coast or know anyone at Navair, but that doesn't matter. I have lost a good friend starting out on a promising career, and more than a couple of acquaintances. It always hits hard, because I know they died doing what they loved, what I love to do. It is a career of controlling risk, and however slim the chances, the risk is always there. Perhaps that is part of the attraction, the thrill for some of us. When we hear of accidents like this, you realize the risk is real, and deadly.
More than that, these gentlemen were brothers to the rest of us who understood the same passion. God speed gents.
Sincerest condolences to the family, friends and co-workers.
More than that, these gentlemen were brothers to the rest of us who understood the same passion. God speed gents.
Sincerest condolences to the family, friends and co-workers.
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broompusher
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Condolences from my family to the families of the two pilots...so much sadness...
Nine pilots and three alcoholics in my career. This industry extracts a very high price from those of us who love it, another reason why we are so vocal and so passionate about it; our feelings are strong for those we miss - every one of them flies with me still
Al
Garth
Doug
Leon
Walt
John
Ralph
Denny
Bob
Fly safe guys.
Nine pilots and three alcoholics in my career. This industry extracts a very high price from those of us who love it, another reason why we are so vocal and so passionate about it; our feelings are strong for those we miss - every one of them flies with me still
Al
Garth
Doug
Leon
Walt
John
Ralph
Denny
Bob
Fly safe guys.
"What's it doing now?"
"Fly low and slow and throttle back in the turns."
"Fly low and slow and throttle back in the turns."
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Speed Indeed
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Flying West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
>From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"
— Captain Michael J. Larkin, TWA (Ret.), 'Air Line Pilot' magazine, February 1995.
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
>From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"
— Captain Michael J. Larkin, TWA (Ret.), 'Air Line Pilot' magazine, February 1995.
"Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. "
-Anais Nin
I may or may not have known these two but felt none-the-less my condolences should be sent out. may they rest in peace.
Cheers,
Shaun
-Anais Nin
I may or may not have known these two but felt none-the-less my condolences should be sent out. may they rest in peace.
Cheers,
Shaun
"It's a dangerous business, walking out your front door. You step on the road and if you don't your keep feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to."
Not trying to take away from the Comox tragedy, but:
Arthur Q,
Thanks for posting the link. Unfortunately, last year I in the process of moving into a new house around the time that Muchacho passed away, was offline for a couple of weeks and totally missed the thread.
Very shocked to hear the news.
Rest in peace Mehdi.
Arthur Q,
Thanks for posting the link. Unfortunately, last year I in the process of moving into a new house around the time that Muchacho passed away, was offline for a couple of weeks and totally missed the thread.
Very shocked to hear the news.
Rest in peace Mehdi.
Re: Accident at Comox B.C.
Thanks.
I remember that morning for sure. You can only hope to learn from accidents.
I remember that morning for sure. You can only hope to learn from accidents.
My ambition is to live forever - so far, so good!
