Firstly I would like to send my sincere condolences to Rob's family and friends. Such a terrible loss for you all. I was so sad to hear of the passing of Rob Wildeboer. Although we never met in person, Rob was responsible for making a significant impact on an occasion that meant a great deal to me and many others. On the 16th August 2019, after years of research and red tape, a memorial was unveiled on Tangmere Airfield on the actual site where a WWII Halifax Bomber had crashed killing all 7 of it's crew. It was a solemn occasion, with all the families of the crew, dignitaries, the Air Cadets and Royal Air Force present. A band played and the highlight of the occasion was to be a Fly Past by the BBMF (including the Lancaster) to honour the 7 brave lads who gave their lives for our freedom. On the day, unfortunately the weather was not clement, with dark skies and storms brewing. I received a phone call to say that the Lancaster, Spitfire and Hurricane would be unable to fly due to the bad weather. Obviously, we were all upset about this, not for ourselves but for the lost crew who deserved a 'nod' from the skies on such a special day. Kate Parkin, who had been heavily involved with the organisation suggested I gave Rob a call. He might be able to help. It was a long shot considering it was the actual day of the event and also due to the dreadful weather conditions. But I hadn't bargained on Rob's determination, spirit and passion for the whole reason we were unveiling a memorial in the first place. He understood the reason for a Fly Past, probably more than most. His brain immediately went into 'action stations' , "Leave it with me," he said "I can't promise, but I'll see what I can do." Looking at the black skies and the bitter wind picking up I knew in my heart that there was no way he could do anything to help. So, the service began as we all stood out on the wind whipped airfield. The Chaplain from 10 Sqn lead the service and it was exceptionally moving. As the inauguration was coming to a close and the hush of 'the Silence' was about to end, a sound high up I the clouds broke through. It was an aircraft. It was Rob! With precision timing he flew past the memorial several times, tipping the wings of the WWII aircraft in salute to the crew. It was all at once the most emotional and yet uplifting experience. It epitomised the Bull Dog mentality, if something should be done, it would be done. Rob's determination to honour those fallen hero's represented the spirit of that lost crew and the thousands like them. To get the job done, no matter what. To see that small aircraft lift and roll and turn on such a bleak day reminded me personally of (albeit a different service) Dunkirk. When the big guns couldn't save the day, the little ones went out and did it. I thank you Rob for honouring the lost crew of HX - 181. I am sure that your actions that day sum up what a selfless, kind and dedicated man you were and I know you will be missed beyond measure. Fly high. Fly free.