This was sent to me and I wanted to share it. If you've ever watched a friend lose their life, you'll understand the emptiness he feels and how helpless that feeling is.
From Ryszard Zadow:
Unimaginable
I was sitting on the left wing of the T-6, shielded from the cold north wind by the Texans fuselage. The sun warmed one side of me but the rest of my body that was in contact with the aluminum of the airplane was cold. All I could do was sit there. At times my hands would cover my face in a subconscious attempt to shut off the world around me. In front of me was a B-29, idling in the hold short for runway 31 at Dallas Executive airport. Off in the distance I could see other airshow aircraft orbiting at their hold points. The rumble of the B-29s four enormous engines blocked out every other noise except.....the sirens. Across the runway was a scene my heart wanted so bad to deny existed. Under the column of smoke, the fire, the deluge of airport fire engines water cannons and foam were friends. To the left of the horrific scene was a tail section of a B-17. Somewhere in between was the remains of a P-63 fighter...and its pilot, another friend. How all this happened is still something my mind is trying to comprehend.
Three quarters of my life I’ve been flying airplanes for a living and for fun. In that time period I’ve lost too many friends this way. There’s an old saying about how one day a Pilot walks out to their airplane either knowing it will be their last flight, or not knowing it. The inference being made is do you make that choice or will that choice be made for you. I can’t imagine myself ever deciding to end my flying, but who wants to think that one day it will happen some other way. Who could imagine anything like this? Unimaginable. Yet on a bright, sunny, cool, crisp fall day in Dallas, Texas, while, all was going so well, the unimaginable happened and these Pilots and crew members flew their last flight. Right in front of me.
There’s another aviation saying that there are old Pilots and bold Pilots, but no old, bold Pilots. These weren’t bold Pilots. These were some of the most skilled Pilots Ive ever known. You don’t get to fly these national treasures if you’re not extremely skilled and trusted. Airshow flying may seem bold, but it’s not. It takes tremendous discipline and coordination by an extensive TEAM of people to execute everything safely and the number one concern is always safety. Taking any flying machine into the sky is dangerous and risky. Doing that in front of a vast crowd of spectators adds a level of caution the public never sees. Everything is done to protect anyone from being at risk, but there is nothing that can be done to eliminate all risk for those that fly and those ground crews on the other side of the crowd line. You can minimize risk, but you can’t eliminate it.
The B-29 finally turned around and taxied back to its parking place. The sky emptied of the other airshow aircraft that were holding as they diverted to nearby airports. For a long time all that could be heard were more sirens coming from a distance and vehicles coming and going from across the runway. Occasionally someone would walk up by my T-6 to get a closer look, then drift away. I just sat there. Eventually, the fire trucks had done all they could do. One by one the ambulances silently went away. There were still wisps of smoke drifting from what was left. There was an uncomfortable silence over the airport. I felt totally useless, unable to contribute anything to the world around me. I slid off the wing, stood in front of the T-6 and just stared across the runway. I couldn’t think of any other purpose for my existence at that moment, so I dropped down to a knee and prayed.