I didn't with Zulu much lately, Not on much when rest of 327th on. Grandkids keep me running.
But I thought of Zulu much in the past 18 hours, or whatever since I found out he passed.
I thought of the good old days with the 327th before FSO's. When Mollnir, Eagle and now Zulu were with us.
Squadron was so full,we had 4 seperate wings.
Good ole Zulu would be flying, half lit or better. He'd be on the vox, always calling "Hey azrock",lol.
He would want me to fly off somewhere with him, regardless of what the squadron/wing mission was.
He'd give the Zulu Yell, go diving in amongst 10 enemy. Zulu would be shot up, going down.
Always hear that "G dammit". The way he'd say it though, start out slow-southern drawl, lower tone finishing to louder,
more pronounced.
Of course i'd get shot down too, chasing after him
It's sad to see so many people that you come to know here, are suddenly gone forever. It always makes me remember,
especially with some health issues, how quick one's life can be taken away. And to try to live right, by doing right.
God Bless our lost friends, for one day we all will surely join them.
<S> Oz
