Hundreds honour brave war pilotBy ROGER MORONEY | 18th September 2009
A World War II Harvard from the Warbirds Association performed a fitting send-off for the former fighter pilot. DUNCAN BROWN HBT093486-07As he finished his tribute to his father, Nick Pattison looked at the flag and poppy-covered casket and simply said, "I will always think of you as a bloody good mate ... a long life, well lived."
And for a moment there was silence as the hundreds present at yesterday's service for John "Johnny" Pattison nodded in agreement.
But his son had one more thing to add as he turned to the casket again.
"I'm sure you won't mind - I nicked your tie."
His father would have approved, and it was clear the Pattison humour and eye for a bit of mischief had been passed on.
St Luke's Anglican Church in Havelock North overflowed with friends and family, among them veterans proudly wearing medals and poppies, representatives of the RNZAF, school pupils and members of the Hawke's Bay Hunt Club dressed in their smart riding gear.
Before the service there were the beautiful strains of wartime sweetheart Vera Lynn singing White Cliffs of Dover and also the more rock-tempo and appropriate Learning to Fly by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Those present farewelled a man described by the Rev Ron Sinclair as "a man enshrined in our aviation history - a man of derring-do, the Biggles of a new generation".
He spoke of the old world values of honesty, integrity and goodness which Mr Pattison "lived by daily".
"Thank you, Johnny, for setting a standard for all to emulate."
AdvertisementMr Pattison's eldest son, Mike, spoke of how a young relative, when told "poppa" had passed away, replied "he can't die ... he's always there".
Mr Pattison endeared himself to young and old, to friends as well as people who met him for the first time.
And he lived life to the full, conscious of how fortunate he had been to survive nearly six years of aerial combat.
"He never looked back ... he had a stubborn determination to go on, to move forward," Mike Pattison said.
His grandchildren, Catherine and Kirsty, spoke of a beloved grandad who would always have a funny story for them and who would pile them into the old farm Bedford truck and declare: "We're off like a fire through the ranges," and drive away singing "Jingle Bells all the way to the pub".
He had asked Kirsty that when the time came he would like her to recite Robert Louis Stevenson's Requiem at his service.
"But not read it - you must learn it," he had insisted.
She dutifully did, and delivered it with sombre but uplifting beauty.
There were many fine and remarkable stories told about "Johnny Pat" and laughter filled the church.
Like how he decided to test the "off-road" capabilities of a mobility scooter - and got stuck in a muddy paddock.
And when he accidentally set off a medical alarm and watched as a St John Ambulance arrived. He said to the officers "that's a smart blood wagon ... probably needed a run anyway".
At the conclusion of the service, as the Last Post played and tributes were paid by the RSA, the many veterans in attendance went forward to place poppies on the casket (painted in British racing green) and said their final "cheerio, old boy" to a great man.
As the air filled with the sound of the bagpipes he loved so much a Warbirds Harvard swooped over the gathering below as Johnny was sent on his final journey.
To which one veteran was heard to remark "if Johnny were flying it he'd have taken the tops of the trees off."
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