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Flt Lt John Swain

the RAF Benevolent Fund
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27 Feb 1935 - 7 Oct 2015

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Remembered by: Susan Sanders

Date added: 11 Oct 2015

My Dad left 208 Squadron in 1973 when I was just 7 years old so RAF Valley and RAF Chivenor were homes I can only just remember. He went on to be an airline pilot and as I got older, I do clearly remember how proud I was of him, and the look on the faces of the boys at school when what I'd 'done on my summer holidays' was hop into the jump seat of a Dan Air F1-11 and take a day trip to somewhere like Dusseldorf or Bergen. It wasn't until summer 2013 when, accompanying Dad to Manston Air Show, where we saw the hunter 'Miss Demeanour' flying (and oh how that noise brought back memories, I fair welled up) that very casually, Dad told me how that was his role in the 1970s - going off to Air Shows and giving the solo aerobatic display. Of course that 7 year old had been very proud of her Dad at family air days on our home base but hadn't realised that he didn't just do them for us! So here I was at nearing 50 years of age finally realising what a superhero he was - in fact, as I now understand one of his colleagues used to call him, 'the ace demi-god of the skies'. Well, that might be a bit boastful, but my Dad was a modest, unpretentious gentleman so I'm just making up for that. Our painting of hunter no. 35 taking off from Chivenor (a masterpiece by the lovely Chris Golds, Dad's 'boss') hangs above our mantle-piece and so many visitors to the house say 'wow, was your Dad a fighter pilot?' Yes, he was, and a bloody good one too, but of course, he was first and foremost, our Dad and Mum's handsome husband of just short of 60 years and his death takes away someone who so blessed our lives and whose absence creates a hole in our house and our hearts.
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