I will miss flying with Bentnail tremendously. Never meet someone so quick with an jibe and yet absolutely no malice could ever be inferred. He would have me and the squaddies in tears, laughing so hard that even if I happened for once to have a comeback I wouldn't be able to stammer it out before the next round started.
I'm proud of the pigs for giving Bentnail a haven in his last few months. A place where he could come fly, relax, vent, enjoy himself and be bent. You could tell it meant a lot to him.
Hard to read what I type now, so <S> Bentnail you will be missed yet remembered fondly as it should be for a friend.