were on ended and we went our separate ways yet again.
I lost touch with Jean-Marc after our African adventures. Occasionally I would end up in some of the places he had been, and I would be approached by someone or another as to his whereabouts. I didn't know, of course. We were still being dispatched wherever the company saw fit to send us in the far-flung outposts of the world of helicopter aviation.
It was during one of those assignments that I learned Jean-Marc had been killed while on a flight in mountainous terrain. It seems that he had run out of airspeed, altitude and ideas, all at the same time.
I didn't get many of the details right away. Eventually, they trickled down to me via phone calls to the company and the various people I knew in the business. He hadn't stood a chance, and ended up smacking the ground with a substantial thud.
I did learn one thing though, and that was Bill—no longer young—had been his swamper on that job.
Many years later I decided that I needed something different in my life to maintain my sanity. I retired from active flying and tied myself to a desk. I was still involved in aviation, but I was finished with the flying.
Occasionally I'd see one or two of the old crew who came to town to do a job. Sometimes someone passing through wanted to touch base and we’d tell lies about old times.
Then, to my complete surprise, half a dozen of them showed up on an aircraft headed west. Their charter flight had stopped for fuel and maintenance. To kill some time they all wandered across the field to my office.
Bill was one of them, standing in the background. Finally he walked up and we shook hands. To my surprise and discomfort, I noticed that he was wearing Jean-Marc's ring. Without blinking an eye, I now sized him up for the man that he was: A thief. A liar.
And finally: a grave-robber.
I wondered. Had he removed the ring from a dead man’s hand? Or, had he merely put it in his pocket when he collected Jean-Marc's personal effects?
The former would be no surprise to me. The latter was unlikely, because Bill told me himself that he had been the first man to arrive at the accident site.
For me there was no doubt that Bill removed the ring from a dead man’s hand and claimed it as his own.
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Aviator. Motorcycle rider. Vagabond. Drifter. Trouble-maker. Jack of all trades and master of none. Peter Duke has been riding and writing about the places he’s been and the people he’s seen for a few years now. Some of his writing is factual; some of it isn't. He leaves it up to his readers to decide for themselves which lies are the truth.
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