For the Love of Flying

by ermacnamara

  For the Love of Flying

  (Gary Ticehurst, 18 August 2011)

 

The first time I flew with Gary was after joining the Beat Box crew at ABC-TV. We circled round and round the red roofs of Sydney. I started to feel very ill, but it was a new production team and I wanted to appear cool, so I kept swallowing the vomit back. Eventually nothing could stop it exploding out my nose :-0…  Far from being pissed off that I stunk up his brand new chopper Gary was a perfect gentleman about it. Privately he even confessed that he used to get airsick when learning to fly planes, but it disappeared when he moved on to choppers.

Later when I was working as a camera operator for the news team, hanging out the door to shoot with a gale force wind blowing in my face, I learnt to love flying.

Gary, thank you for your care and courtesy – you taught me exhilaration in the face of fear.

 

The News

 In the morning a phone call

Have you heard?

his voice tight and raw

brutal with truth

 

ABC chopper down

three dead

Gary, Paul Lockyer,  John Bean

 

Reels like a broken blade

worlds plummet

Gary, the safest pilot I ever knew

if it could happen to him

it could happen to anyone

 

We are long past conversation

he hangs up

God bless their souls

God bless their souls

a prayer from nowhere

 rises up

 

Our son, attuned, emerges from his room

Who was that? I listen

it is when I speak tears break

I am surprised to realize

I care as much for anyone

after a thousand stories this is human in the face of death

 

It could have been me, I think

I was never safe

It could have been dad, I watch

that slow troubling thought

as he hugs me better

a moment wise before school

 

Online there is little to report

early evening

something odd about the take-off

minutes later

a silent glow in the desert

 

They had come to shoot the flowers

on an island in an inland sea

 

The next day an aerial shot

black smudge smeared across the sand

I make out one tiny living figure

three bright-blue tarpaulins small and clean

one fore, two aft

That’s Gary, I feel

the chill of what they mean

 

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