My husband died doing what he loved most, flying. I'm proud of my husband. He was an extraordinary man, husband and soldier.
He loved to help people. He had a pride in what he did.
My husband was one of the few people who could keep me laughing at all times.
We had him sitting in the garage for five hours. Nobody came.
He called prior to loading the Chinook for the last flight. He had just been to a bazaar picking up gifts.