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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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Diary (7) "Chopper Down"
Diary (7) "Chopper Down"

January 5, 2009

When you hear a helicopter has crashed, your heart skips a beat.
When you hear it is one that belongs to your company, you sit around in small groups of disconsolate pilots, wondering what the hell happened.
Eight dead. Including both pilots. One surviving passenger critical.
Massive media blitz.
My wife emailed me at the base, to say that the Coastguard had released a photo, and gave me the link. There were five of us pilots in the room, when I accessed the site. As the photo downloaded, I will always remember the shocked silence.
Somebody said:
"Good God!"

I knew both pilots. They were GOOD pilots. A highly experienced crew.
Our mechanics are GOOD wrenches. The best in the industry.

And everybody feels it.

Godspeed, guys. We'll miss you.

"Nuff said".


Last edited by Francis Meyrick on January 10, 2009, 7:38 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Alister Flik

I am so sorry, Francis.

"I do not think, therefore I am a mustache."
-Sartre *Nausea*
Posted on Saturday, February 7, 2009 at 20:06:38

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