PGIBLIN

That night of the crash we heard sirens so we went outside to see the south sky lit up orange. I thought the Russians has dropped a nuke, ah the imagination of an eleven year old kid. Fire trucks, cops and pedestrians, in their pijamas, headed south along Renwick to the site, of course my parents wouldn't let me go. Early next morning I made my way from home at 5450 Carew, to the site by going south along Renwick to its dead end, then continued south along the Renwick ditch. To my surprise the T33 had nosed just 60 feet or so easterly of a giant oak tree that we kids had climbed for years. The only discernable structure was the plane's tail. Upon impact, the cockpit faced southwesterly, when the ejection seat deployed. Scratch marks on the ground, originating from the site, lead to where Herod's body came to rest, just a few feet below the bayou's high bank. The body had been removed, but there were noticeable signs in the grass. I remember picking up a piece of a broken pencil. The metallic eraser band had a gash. The many on-lookers around the roped-off site were quickly dispersed by the officials. I headed north through the trees where at the edge of a pasture I picked up a piece of the Plexiglas canopy and carried it home. Some days later I gave the piece to, I think his name was Larry, who had a sister named Laura, who I knew from Braeburn Elementary. Last Mother's day, my mom and I were talking about the crash. It seems a matter of synchronicity I'm posting this. Percy Giblin