It is said that, "No man is an island, alone to himself, each is a pinnisula, a part of the whole. And there fore, the loss of any one man diminishes us all..."
It is our love of the air, and those peculliar machines called helicopters, that make us all brothers and sisters of a sort not readly understood by most. I had naievely thought after Viet Nam that I was some what calloused or hardened to such things. As it turns out it is the exact opposite which is true.
For their families and friends, the pain is acute, and no amount of condolences can asuage the hurt. So untill better days, may God hold them in the palm of his hand.
Once again I salute them all, the soldiers, and those who stand and wait.
Respectfully,
Chuck
Able Audacious Army Aviation Above All!