This is the one part I truly hate about our profession. We have to train like we will fight, and despite the safety regs and years of experience, people still die. 34 years later, I still have dreams/nightmares/whatever about 2 close friends I lost. One of them I had breakfast with not 2 hours before his plane went down. He was one of my closest friends and those feelings just don’t go away.

It’s like one line from a song I wrote for my first album. “They say that time will heal all wounds, but the bleeding never stops, it only lessens for awhile, returning in the dark with dreams of things that hurt.

Thanks, Sniper for being here too. It’s cathartic to be able to “talk” about these things.

V/R

I’m still numb from this. I also started having dreams again when I was napping of other friends I lost in aircraft accidents. It’s gonna take quite awhile to get over this one. Just still frikkin’ numb inside.

I’ll stick a link to this over to my place with all the others.

Thanks man for writing this.