Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Survivors In The Pattern
History is fleeting moments of the Human Experience strung together
As someone who spends much of his time retelling the tales of survivors through my magazine, Flight Journal, this is a painful process to watch. Every single day, we get the word that such and such a pilot, famous or not, has made his last takeoff. When we started that magazine 17 years ago, WWII vets surrounded us. Some still showed up at fly-ins flying Mustangs, just as they had done in their youth. Not so today.
When the call sign includes "Fortress," you know you're about to share the pattern with a grand old survivor: B-17 Sentimental Journey.One of the downsides to the enormous and well-earned homage we've been paying veterans, and especially the Doolittle Raiders, is that we've invaded the privacy of a proud group of men. In the case of the Raiders, we've made their dwindling numbers a national countdown. At this writing, four of the original 80 Raiders survive, and there was huge public fanfair when they had their last official reunion. Together, they opened the brandy and toasted those Raiders who had gone before.
On the one hand, we want to make sure those who fought for us know how much we appreciate their effort. On the other, we're invading their final moments. It's a hard thing to watch.
But then, I think back to whom we've lost in the civilian world. Better yet, in my own tiny corner of it. Poberezny last year. Betty Skelton Frankman Erde, she of the Lil' Stinker Pitts of the early '50s left us, in 2011. We lost the ultimate aviation wordsmith and good friend, Jack Cox of the EAA, the same year. Curtis Pitts, The Man himself, has been gone nine years, which seems impossible.
As the B-17 pulled up and disappeared in the distance, I had a tangible feeling of history slipping away. Of things that were important that would soon exist only in the minds of those who remember, because those who had made that history will be long gone. So, when we have the chance to experience history in person, even if it's only looking down from a tidy little cockpit at a retired warrior carrying other warriors, we should grasp it and mentally hold it as long as possible. We should also remember that the cycle is universal, and eventually, it will be our turn. So make the most of that small snippet of time allotted us that we call life. Every moment comes by exactly once, and we should treat it as the unique experience that it is.
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