I was just a snot nosed kid near the big American Air Force at Ruislip, Middlesex during part of the war. The Royal Air Force was flying sorties out of Northolt close by. Always remember how friendly the Americans were to kids. The British adult usually suspicious of any strange small boys ('ere, wot are you doin?)
His passing though sad, was without pain and lingering illness.
A positive story here.
I found myself very stirred both that his passing was so perfect, not only what he wanted but that for it to happen as it did, he had guides and assistants we know not of. And the instinctive gathering of “warriorfolk” to witness that great circle. He was one of the men who made it happen when the fate of the world was in question, and the fate of our world is in question again. The ending of a great saga, worthy of storytellers. And now we are strapping on our boots to begin another struggle. May the ending of our saga be as worthy.