Stranger still that one of his last posts reflected on an unexpected “issue“. How one trusts an aircraft after a thing like that baffles me – it just feels like such a deep and mortal betrayal. And yet, he climbed back in as I am sure he did a thousand times.
Someone commented with a snippet from a favorite…just so, yes.
(about flying the SR-71)
“The cockpit was my office. It was a place where I experienced many emotions and learned many lessons. It was a place of work, but also a keeper of dreams.It was a place of deadly serious encounters, yet there I discovered much about life. I learned about joy and sorrow, pride and humility, and fear, and overcoming fear. I saw much from that office that most people would never see. At times it terrified me, yet I could always feel at home there. It was my place, at that time in space, and the jet was mine for those moments. Though it was a place where I could quickly die, the cockpit was a place where I truly lived.’
– Brian Shul, Sled Driver
A terrible loss for so many – I hope his family can one day know peace in their hearts instead of the loss.