That was what you wrote in the last email you sent to me, with smiles.

I can't believe how could it happen to you Sebestyen Bence? You was a good pilot, a good friend. 

During the long way with you from Dalat to Saigon that night, I wished that was not true. I wished I could hear your voice. I wished we could laugh together again. I wished we could keep talk about sinking Saigon and how to solve out the problems.  You had a great passion for your work and also your life. I'd seen the energy in your eyes and I'd heard the elating in your tone, just some hours ago... Now, you bring them with you to the silent world.

Bence, to me, that wasn't sadness, that was painfull.

I wish I could change the time and I wish I didn't oganize that trip. 

We have your pictures on launch now.

Sebestyen Bence

You stay with us forever.