Three Aviators Just Died.....In a Just World this Wouldn't Have Happened....

The paper has just identified the three aviators who perished in a crash during a carrier landing exercise off the coast of Virginia. As I stared at their photos, I thought of their loved ones, of their friends, and of their fellow airmen. What they must be going through....
Hmmm. I guess, in some way, it might effect me a little more as my dad died in the crash of a navy plane in 1947. A long time ago...but the memories are still dredged up when other aviation tragedies happen.
I know that my mom, who was 25 at the time, was devastated...and until her death a few years ago, at 84, truly never got over it. My dad was the one. The only one.
No, I don't believe in the when it's your time it's your time or in fate. No, these young men died because of a mechanical failure, an errant gust of wind, or some other anomaly.
Yes, I know dead is dead....however; I think when it's an aviator, soldier, airman, marine, coast guardsman, paramedic, fireman, police officer, there's a little something more there. Not that their death is, in and of itself, worse than some decent person who is killed in an auto accident...it's just different.
I guess the other part of me is saying, with scum like Michael Vick running around on the loose, why wasn't it him? Why wasn't it him or some other dreadful people....
Why these young men, who I feel were most likely at a minimum, dedicated professionals, and pretty decent folks? Young men who were contributing to society, paying their dues so to speak, who were productive, who made a difference, and who most likely lived by ideals of right and wrong and were most likely guided by trying to do the right thing.
Micheal Vick and others of his ilk are lucky that I'm not wielding the sword of justice. If I were these young men would be with their family and friends....and, Michael Vick...well....he had his chance.