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Sorry to hear it too PH.
It happened to the brother of a close friend of mine. We were 23 and he was 21 - the pathos is he'd been drifting for a couple of years and had finally got his life sorted and had a place at Uni in the Autumn. It seems odd to remember, but it was the 50th anniversary of VE Day - unusually warm for May and everyone was celebrating. He was playing a game of kickabout on the village green. Dead before he hit the ground.
The thing I will always carry with me is my friend singing and playing a song at his little brother's funeral, and how brave and old-world courteous his Dad was, thanking everyone individually afterwards, especially the friends.
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