As a young airmen in the early 90's I always thought that pilots and maintainers hung out together and shared stories and beers, especially in Savannah. Turns out that was a 192d specific culture, and guys like you lead the charge in ensuring we all felt like part of the team. Your antics in and out of uniform as well as your proffesionalism kept morale and spirits high in our unit for years. You could share a story of the last flight and fight with the two striper at the bottom of the ladder and be just as excited and spend just as much time doing it as you would with your wingmen later in the bar. To you, we were all equal, all part of the team. That is why our unit to this day continues to be above the rest. Ownership. Our culture owes a great deal to you HAP.
And if it was'nt evident enough when you suprised us all by stepping out of the cockpit of the chartered airliner on the way home from the dessert and instantly everyone knew who it was, and a cheer when through the cabin at the excitement to see "One of the good ones" again for the first time in a half dozen years, then let me say it now. Your legacy lives on to this day, through story. Sometimes exagerated just a bit for effect, but more times than not, toned down from the reality just to make it sound believable to the young ones who never had the pleasure....
You will be missed. You are my stick to measure other flying officers by to this very day. Humble yet boisterous, bravado yet proffesional, one of the guys, but a leader by example.
Going to miss you sir.