A truly ‘Special Person’…“Everything I have achieved I owe it to God, and I owe it to myself to share my knowledge for the benefit of this great country.”By Neil MarksWhen he was just nine years old, Charles Hutson looked across the Essequibo River and saw an amphibian aircraft land in the water.Lt. Colonel Charles HutsonThat was 1949. And there and then, even though it was the first time he was seeing any type of aircraft, Huston determined that he had to figure out how the “thing” worked. Just how could this thing be in the air and fly like a bird?Over the years, Huston’s insatiable appetite for knowledge led him into a career of airplane design and technology,
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