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Offline OntosMk1

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For you spit lovers out there...
« on: December 07, 2005, 12:19:00 AM »
Hey Im not sure if this has been posted yet but I thought you all might enjoy this Vid of Mark Hanna flying a Spit IX

Mark Hanna Spit IX demo

Semper Fi
TIGER, tiger, burning bright  
In the forests of the night,  
What immortal hand or eye  
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Offline Guppy35

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« Reply #1 on: December 07, 2005, 12:22:08 AM »
It should be noted that Ray Hanna, Mark's father passed away last week at the age of 77.  Hopefully father and son are flying together elsewhere now.  Mark was lost in the crash of a Spanish built 109 a few years back

The Spit is MH434 which is a combat vet .  The AH Spit IX is skinned as MH434 in her 43-44 222 Squadron markings.
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Offline Shane

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« Reply #2 on: December 07, 2005, 12:57:49 AM »
that's a beautiful plane.

sad such things of grace served so deadly a purpose.
Surrounded by suck and underwhelmed with mediocrity.
I'm always right, it just takes some poepl longer to come to that realization than others.
I'm not perfect, but I am closer to it than you are.
"...vox populi, vox dei..."  ~Alcuin ca. 798
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Offline Karnak

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« Reply #3 on: December 07, 2005, 01:26:19 AM »
I'm sorry to hear that Dan.

Ray Hanna.
Petals floating by,
      Drift through my woman's hand,
             As she remembers me-

Offline Karnak

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« Reply #4 on: December 15, 2005, 02:03:48 PM »
Red Arrows in tribute to founder

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Five jets swooped low as New Zealander Ray Hanna, who helped to develop the display team in the 1960s, was buried near his home in Parham, Suffolk.
Petals floating by,
      Drift through my woman's hand,
             As she remembers me-