Monsters. When a Father Dies.
“I’m not your son, you’re not my father We’re just two grown men saying goodbye” James Blunt – “Monsters” I don’t reflect on the small hours of July 31st, 1991. After 34 years it still seems too raw. I had seen my fair share …
Flight Safety…and other Childhood Memories.
Post Sortie. Wal Bowles (Far Left) and Phil Zupp (Far Right) Flight Safety…and other Childhood Memories. The conversations around my home as a boy greatly influenced my outlook on aviation, although I wasn’t aware of that fact at the time. My Godfather, Wal Bowles, …
Qantas Boeing 747 Farewell – 5 Years On.
The Qantas Boeing 747 Farewell – 5 Years On. It’s cliche…everybody says it…but where does the time go? Yet, on July 22nd it will be 5 years since we departed Sydney to fly the final Qantas Boeing 747 to its resting place in the Mojave …
75 Years On. The Forgotten War – The Korean War.
75 Years On. The Forgotten War – The Korean War. As dawn broke on 75 years ago on 25 June 1950, the Korean People’s Army surged south across the 38th Parallel in unison with artillery fire. The Korean War had begun. Most Australians would’ve have …
RAAF Reserve. The Privilege of Service.
RAAF Reserve. The Privilege of Service. The pandemic of 2020 brought with it many challenges. However, personally, it brought one of the most positive experiences of my life. Having met with the major drivers behind the project at the Avalon Air Show in 2019, I …
Beyond a Woman at War.
A Woman at War. I am neck deep in my latest manuscript and as I alternate between research and writing, I seem to sink further into the story. Unbelievably, it is my mother’s story. When I began writing my father’s biography, “Without Precedent”, I …
We Never Stop Learning.
We Never Stop Learning. We never stop learning in aviation and the more I think about it, you never stop learning in life – or at least I think that you shouldn’t. My recent absence from posting any “Short Thoughts” has been due to undertaking …
Sixty Years On.
Sixty Years On. My late mother loved to recount how I was born at 8:30am in the midst of a violent thunderstorm. In my teenage years she blamed that storm on what she described as my belligerent traits – I prefer to think that I …
Two Years On.
Two Years On. Two years ago to the day, I was beginning to stir in the dark surrounds of the Intensive Care Unit. I could hear the nurses debating whether to remove the breathing tube that had kept me ventilated through the hours of surgery. …
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