OBITUARY

Harlan Edgar McLean

June 6, 1924January 4, 2019

Harlan Edgar McLean was born on June 6, 1924 and passed away on January 4, 2019.

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REMEMBERING

Harlan Edgar McLean

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Jettie Earl Padgett

March 10, 2019

I remember all so well the times in my days at Amarillo when I pulled ALERT DUTY on the PAD with you and your crew. Times there were always a pleasure because my pilot Don Reid was also a WW-II vet and I remember "OVER HEARING" so many conversations between all of "YOU OLD HEADS". You will never know how your presence in our "YOUNG LIVES" impacted us and we were able to carry forward all those great things we learned from all of you. Many times later I would "DREDGE UP" an Amarillo memory to help me get through a difficult time. Old "FRIEND", in the lives of all flyers, you have not "DIED". You have "GONE WEST TO CHASE A NEVER ENDING SUNSET IN FORMATION WITH THOSE WHO HAVE GONE AHEAD OF YOU"! We miss you. BUT! Hang On! That engine noise you hear behind you is "JUST US CATCHING UP TO CHASE THE SUNSET WITH YOU!" May the BLESSINGS OF GOD BE WITH YOU NOW! LOVE and PEACE.

Jeani & John Smith, III

March 10, 2019

Mac, we have had a wild ride for the past 60+ years, thousands of hours in B-52s .... training, check and combat missions. Then came Sherry, Jeani and wonderful Bomb Wing reunions shared with lifelong buddies that are forever in our hearts. Remember the little MG that you tried to ride the rails with? It was my pleasure to serve on your crew when Bob Purdy left. What fun it was to tell the young B-52 Pilot with 300 hours that there is flying life after the Air Force; you were flying interdiction for the Coast Guard well into your 80s in your own aircraft😏 High Flight (an airman’s ecstasy) by John Gillespie Magee must have been written with you in mind.
See you in a better place.
Jeani & John w. Smith, III
‘Oh I have slipped the surly bond of earth and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings.... put out my hand, and touched the face of God’