My father was Cheif of Stan/Eval at Dyess when this crash occured. I remember the day it happened(even though I was only 11!), it was the first day I ever saw my father cry. Col. Ivy had been a very close friend of his. And when we returned to Castle AFB in 85, he became very upset that the squadron had never bothered to include his family(who had moved back to Merced), in any family functions. My father took it upon himself to invite the Ivys to all squadron functions. And upon us leaving Castle in 87, he made it clear that the squadron should make sure to include them in "Our Family," because Col. Ivy was a "Great Warrior & True Friend." His oldest daughter and I are still great friends to this day.