He called prior to loading the Chinook for the last flight. He had just been to a bazaar picking up gifts.

He loved to help people. He had a pride in what he did.

We had him sitting in the garage for five hours. Nobody came.

My husband was one of the few people who could keep me laughing at all times.

My husband died doing what he loved most, flying. I'm proud of my husband. He was an extraordinary man, husband and soldier.