RIP Mike

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mikecweb

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This needs it's own thread.

Stay safe everyone. I love you guys. Each and every one of you are like brothers to me.
 
I'm a girl.



That said - what is this? is there a loop I'm standing outside of? Are you dying? Leaving AirNet? What? What?
 
I think that he is referring to those 2 pilots who went down this morning? Maybe one was named Mike? Regardless, it's very sad, and I feel for their families. What a sad holiday season they will have. :(
 
Just talked to him last night. Flown with him several times. Sucks. For what its worth I taxied next to that caravan and notcied Lots of snow on it like it had been sitting out for hours. Fly safe everyone.
 
jsb172 said:
Just talked to him last night. Flown with him several times. Sucks. For what its worth I taxied next to that caravan and notcied Lots of snow on it like it had been sitting out for hours. Fly safe everyone.
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Let's not start this monday morning crap. Your opinion right now ain't worth much. The only thing that matters is that we lost two brothers last night, one of which I knew well. Let's leave the investigation to those who are qualified.
 
Sad news.
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R.I.P.
 
I know this gets posted everytime, but it always seems fitting.

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 can go and buy a cold beer
For a friend and comrade, whose memory is dear;
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kinda dark and full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
The kind of place where a lady could go
And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.

There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the 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 then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you how to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
"When the journey is over, and the war has been won
"They've come here to at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerk and the management clone,
"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise
Where the 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!"
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