|(Note the snowman
on the table in front of the jeep)
"We are having an impromptu
FIGMO party this evening for Capt.
Roberts who is leaving tomorrow. Free drinks in the Club from
1700 to 1900. After that I kind of think that things will take
care of themselves.
I am sorry to see Capt. Roberts go.
The squadron will never be the same I feel sure. He and Col. Weed
made a perfect pair, one counter balancing the other, but both
working together perfectly. Things won't be too bad, though, as
Capt. Daly will be taking over Ops, and he is a good man too.
We shall all miss John Roberts, though.
And we shall miss Col. Weed. That pair were really an experience
to serve under -- an experience we shall all remember for a long
time. Both are real fighter pilots, although there is a world
of difference between them.
Col. Weed is the more quiet type.
Nothing ever gets under his skin. Any pilot coming in the squadron
feels immediately that he has a personal friend in him, and he
He is always right in there with
the pilots in the squadron -- whether it be in the air, or in
a snowball fight, or in the club having a party. I have never
seen him drink too much, yet I have never seen him shirk a party.
If a bunch of the boys come in and wake him up in the middle of
the night to have a party, he goes right along in the spirit of
the thing and joins the mob and wakes up the rest.
He doesn't smoke a big black cigar
or swear like a trooper, but he can fly a mean fighter, and I
can't think of anyone that I would rather have as my CO."
Lt. W. Starr, June 5, 1954
Notes on slide:
"Hartenbower (top left), Col.
Weed (right), Goodwin (lower left), January '54"