I was born on December 12th 1915.
Time before last........ Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee... anyway..... this direction:
come along if you like come along if you must....
I was inspired to write this blog... by the preacher that died in a plane crash in 1978 I believe it was March 13 of that year...
He shall remain nameless... however he was enroute From San Andros in the Bahamas to Ft. Lauderdale in a Mooney 20
cruising at 7,000 ' the engine quit...
Having plenty of time to call out a Mayday and approximate position report... however there were 4 occupants in the plane but alas only two life jackets... and one of those drifted off , after the successful ditching.
It only took the coast guard 90 minutes to find them I am certain the Green dye marker with shark repellent helped ... the preacher was 69 years old... the plane was piloted by his son whom I have know from boyhood... and the 25 year old girl got the sole life jacket and was in the back seat with the 29 year old young man.
It was a cold time of year for Florida.. and the Bahamas... oh not that cold but chilling... and windy and the waves were registering at 8'....
After struggling in the colder water time of year and praying for them all to their God Almighty .. hypothermia set in and he simply surrendered and drifted off to the Sea... the Pilot and two back seat passengers managed to dog paddle and were successfully rescued...
But sadly Preacher perished and his body was never recovered, His soul left to wander and be remembered.
Safety equipment please.
Forrest Byron.
As always feel free to ask Byron any questions.
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