I was looking on the website of my school (the one I left in 1989) and they have an on-line year-book for every year going back to the early fifties at that school. I was looking at the names and photos and getting all those flashbacks of what we all got up to (and getting that "aaaaah, I remember that guy, he was crazy" kind of feeling).
Two of the guys in the year below me are listed as deceased. I remember the one guy and when I researched what happened to him, I found that he had left South Africa after school and come to the UK where he joined the RAF. He attained the rank of Captain and was killed in a helicopter crash in Kosovo in 2001. It's sad, you know, because in a way we had a similar future, same age, both left SA, both came to the UK, to serve the public, but he is dead.
