Wednesday, 2 April 2014

He Flew At Dusk

He Flew At Dusk

Off for a spin in his mate's plane. It soon went wrong. Flying blind, blind flight. Don't know what to do. Pilot dead at his controls, there and then. I must land or die. Dusk falls.
RAF search and rescue Seaking there. Scrape the mess up when I crash. But I want to live! Not fall.
Man on the radio tries to help me land. It goes wrong on the unlit short runway. Sit in your car on a dark night. It was like that. Pitch black. Follow the chopper. Like being Forsyth's The Shepherd. A guardian angel, saving a pilot lost in the dark. Surreal events in the night.
God was his co-pilot. He got down ok. Luck was his that night. Surviving the unsurvivable. Man who never flew before was more concerned for his dead friend than himself.

Two weeks later he had his first flying lesson. Old age pensioner age 77. Quite a true story.

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