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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