With a red poppy pined to his chest he closed his eyes and fell a sleep. He who was and forever will be remembered as one of the few, who did so much, for so many. A hero, a survivor, a friend of all. The say he always was at his happiest up there, in the skye. The cramped cabin of the spitfire was no first-class seat but none the less nothing on this earth could trump the sensation of tearing through the clouds of the heavens. They say on a good day he was a bird in the sky, and now he can fly forever.
In loving memory of Robert Ferguson.
Who passed away 5 days before remeberance day at age 94
World War II Pilot and engineer of The RAF