Unrelenting by George H Morris

Author:George H Morris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Trafalgar Square Books

After we passed on buying Deister, it was quite late and a very cold, stormy evening. François Mathy had hired a private plane to fly us back to Brussels. I was in favor of avoiding the three-hour drive, but when we arrived at the airport and I saw the pilot cracking ice and pushing snow off the wings of the small plane, I got a little nervous. Bob Penney sat up with the pilot, who was an older German guy. François was sitting next to Kathy Moore (of course he was, to better flirt with her, as she was quite a dish!), and Armand and I were in the back seat together. We took off into the storm and it was very rough going, with terrible, icy snow and wind conditions. After a while, I heard something change with the sound of the motor, a shift in the rumble of it, and then I really started to worry.

That night I learned that pilots around the world all speak in English on the radio. My ears picked up the English as our pilot radioed to Frankfurt, saying we were ten miles out. To my horror, I heard air traffic control respond in kind, “Do you think you can make it?” Not good. Not good at all. Armand, normally a stoic young man, had sweat pouring down his face next to me. Ahead of us, François figured this was the time to go for broke and made his move on Kathy. I couldn’t see Bob up in the front seat, but I was sure he was freaking out because he was a cautious-minded type like me. The bumps and dips continued during our descent but the pilot somehow managed to land the plane. We climbed out, exhausted and weak-kneed from the stress. I could see that the wings were completely iced over and felt lucky to be on solid ground. It was late and we were all hungry, so we went into the small terminal and sat down to eat sandwiches and the pilot joined us. As it turned out, our pilot had been in the Luftwaffe, the air force branch of the German Wehrmacht during World War II. He told me, “Even if we had no engines at all, I know how to do it! I crash landed three times in the war and it was fine.” Lucky for us, if there was any pilot to have in that situation, he was our man.

I had a fabulous time riding in the jumper ring again that year, not to mention seeing old friends and establishing new European contacts. Armand Leone swept France, winning several Grand Prix, and was the talk of the circuit. That French tour really got me thinking about shifting my focus back on the jumpers. Hunterdon had a great staff to keep things running, giving me more time to ride—and to be perfectly honest, I was losing a little interest in the equitation and hunter divisions.

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