Back in the summer of 1992, both me and Thump were on 90-day rotations to Saudi Arabia. Late during that tour, I got a call from my home base informing me of the death of a squadron member. The guy died after literally falling off his bicycle. Not offroad on rough terrain but over flat, level ground along a busy roadway but well clear of traffic. His front tire just caught some imperfection in the road. He was wearing a backpack so that probably affected the angle of his fall. Incredibly, he suffered two injuries, both fatal. His neck was broken and he suffered some kind of brain bleed due to hitting his head on the ground.
It was a month or so before I got back from Saudi and people were still getting together and talking about it. Not so much to grieve but to just try and make some sense of it. When somebody dies in such an unlikely way, it really hammers home the fact that tomorrow isn't guaranteed for any of us.
It was a month or so before I got back from Saudi and people were still getting together and talking about it. Not so much to grieve but to just try and make some sense of it. When somebody dies in such an unlikely way, it really hammers home the fact that tomorrow isn't guaranteed for any of us.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein
