Dave is sorry…
He does not have to feel sorry.
He wrote this follow-up comment.
Should have said that the person back row right looks somewhat like
A FEEL GOOD STORY OF AN AMERICAN PILOT FLYING PHOTO RECON MISSIONS IN A SPITFIRE WITH AMERICAN MARKINGS DURING WW II, ALL THE WAY TO BERLIN AND BACK WITH LONG RANGE FUEL TANKS IN THE WINGS.
This post first published on March 20th, 2012 was the one which touched me more than any stories shared with me about 403 Squadron…
Dean Black contributed a lot and he wrote me this e-mail about Mac Reeves…
You may be interested to know that Mac Reeves sent a radio transmission to his fellow pilots moments after he had been attacked by enemy airplanes. He told them that his arm had been completely shot off and that he had no choice but to ride the airplane in. (he could not get out and he could not fly it). He wished them well and he said it was a privilege flying with them.
Mac Reeves does not have a grandson to talk about him or remembering him by like Greg Bell and Colin Forsyth have.
As a footnote, Mac Reeves would die just a few hours after that picture was taken.
I often wondered who were Mac Reeves’ erks and how saddened they were when they got the news about Mac’s death.
This is what I wrote on December 27th, 2011 on this blog about RCAF 403 Squadron.
Walter Neil Dove did 74 missions. He came back alive.
He started flying on December 8, 1944.
He saw many friends died.
He wrote everything in his logbook and he took a lot of pictures.
His grandson teamed up with me in September.
He scanned his grandfather’s logbook and photo album.
I wrote 74 articles.
All this to share with people who could have known some pilots or ground crew who were with No. 403 Squadron.
Read the comment carefully…
Once again, I get the impression that the “powers that be” hope that we’ll all fade away and the problem will disappear. I’m certainly impressed that you’ve made the effort to write about some of these airmen.