Capt.Eric Brown Passes Away

[Tomliner]

Just seen this http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-sussex-35626854 on tv.What an incredible man.If anyone wants to know sbout his expreiences read his book 'Wings On My Sleeve.R.I.P. Captain Brown.EricT

[thomasburnside]

I was lucky enough to meet him at Duxfords VE Anniversary Airshow cant believe hes gone was such a pleasure.

[DaveG]

Just seen this on the news. Very sad, a truly remarkable man. R.I.P.

[cstorey]

Very sad - I had hoped he'd make his century. His knowledge will be impossible to replace , although quite a lot of it is recorded in his 2 volumed entitled Wings of the Weird and Wonderful ( and no doubt in his logbooks ). A very great pilot , a very brave man , and a splendid example from a generation whose exploits are very unlikely to be emulated . RIP

[Paul K]

Very sad indeed, but what a life he led. An aviation legend in every respect. RIP.

[Dev One]

Ooohhh, that was quick....I missed that bit of news this evening. A wealth of knowledge & bravery gone, but at least he did write & make some interviews recently.
R.I.P. winkle.
Keith

[DaveB]

Indeed, a great loss. RIP Capt Brown
Atb
DaveB

[Kevin Farnell]

Very sad news.
What a remarkable man. He lived through what was possibly the most exciting and challenging era of aviation development and contributed to it in no small way.

Blue skies, Eric!

Kevin

[Filonian]

A truly remarkable man.

RIP Sir.

Graham

[dodger]

Very sad news.
What a remarkable man. He lived through what was possibly the most exciting and challenging era of aviation development and contributed to it in no small way.

Blue skies, Eric!

Kevin

Excuse me Kevin, i could not say anything better, RIP Eric.

Roger.
High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.