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Dead father's voice comes home

  • 09 October 2012

Finding a voice — An actor's song(i.m. Stuart Graham Pearce, killed as a test pilot on 6 August 1976)For his son Guy upon hearing his father's voice 36 years later.

 

Suddenly the navigator, bound to his chair,Produces the promotion,A testament to the Nomad aeroplane.______1972.

Dad: I think it's a very good Short Take Off and Landing aircraft. On our performance work that we've done so far, all the indications are that the aircraft is performing as good as, and in some areas better than the original estimates were. For example, on our short take off and landings we're achieving something like 20 per cent better than the estimates.

Interviewe: What does it handle like in the air?

Dad: I think you could call it a pilot's aeroplane; it's got very light responsive controls, you get a very good view from the aircraft, there's plenty of power available in the engines when you require it.

Interviewer — What were your worst conditions you flew under?

Dad: (smiles) Oh, I think coming up to Canberra were probably the worst. We came through some pretty atrocious thunderstorm weather where the turbulence was fairly severe and we had plenty of rain and hail, but ah, we managed to come out the other end quite unscathed.

It really is, I think, a delightful aircraft to fly even in those conditions.

 

When now the nomadic voice____rises from the dust,____makes beams,____comes home,then we know that the spirits____do not wander for ever______homeless.

And I hear that voice,____part of my past,____gone, but not forgotten,____part of my changing,______treble to tenor________to saxophone,____part of my growing,____part of my cadence and pitch,____part of my singing,the music of my soul

Pilotless in the flight-pathI made a place, a cockpit,____to call my own,I built horizons,

____from desert to city,____from bush to suburb,____from Melbourne to New York,____from Geelong to Los Angeles,____from reflections to mirrors,____from memories to mementoes

I built my own horizons,I gave to the earth,____planting after planting,____hoping and hopingseeds would take.

We know they did______as we cheered and clapped,but,____best for you to go on hopingfor that gives the flowers________their colour,________their scent,________their sunlight,all for us to relish.

'It is tiring being someone else.'Indeed,Empathy is exhausting,but,____for now there is completeness.and love has come home to roost.

'He's a model,'______says the lady in the bookshop.'The more he tastes success,The more

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