It was strange, indeed, to see the notice on Facebook. Neptunus Lex was gone.
Stranger still that one of his last posts reflected on an unexpected "issue". How one trusts an aircraft after a thing like that baffles me - it just feels like such a deep and mortal betrayal. And yet, he climbed back in as I am sure he did a thousand times.
Someone commented with a snippet from a favorite...just so, yes.
(about flying the SR-71)
“The cockpit was my office. It was a place where I experienced many emotions and learned many lessons. It was a place of work, but also a keeper of dreams.It was a place of deadly serious encounters, yet there I discovered much about life. I learned about joy and sorrow, pride and humility, and fear, and overcoming fear. I saw much from that office that most people would never see. At times it terrified me, yet I could always feel at home there. It was my place, at that time in space, and the jet was mine for those moments. Though it was a place where I could quickly die, the cockpit was a place where I truly lived.’
– Brian Shul, Sled Driver
A terrible loss for so many - I hope his family can one day know peace in their hearts instead of the loss.