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Continued Excerpt from page 44 Copyright TXu 35-025 Dec. 20, 1979
Jack climbed back into his plane. We covered our faces, turned to avoid the backwash of the [[?]]. Jack Knight and the mail were soon just sound, accompanied by little jets of light from the motor with the prayers of our little group on the ground. I felt like I had turned to ice and whimpered as George hugged me for the sheer loneliness of the tired young man providing again his many frontiers in aviation. One of the most vivid of my aviation memories.

Jack Knight in Spring of 1938 came to Washington, D.C. to be honored and a "safer" life"...fell in the Hotel room, hit his head and died. I do not recall nor have clippings of this fatal purely academic sort of death. AVIATION AS DANGEROUS!

Always I am glad his world of flying didn't turn around and kill him.