We were notified in October that the inquest was to be held in Wiltshire on the 3rd November, the inquest had to be held there because the army sent the 3 bodies on the same plane which landed at Brise Norten air base then 3 days later they were flown to their own homes, but because the were taken of the plane on English soil they then became the responsibility of the Coroner for that area. When I was told when the inquest was I contacted the coroners office to let them know I would be attending but the clerk assured me it would be an open and shut case and would last no more than 10mins. all evidence would be in written statements from S.I.B and the German police, so for that reason I decided not to go. They sent me a copy of the coroners report a few weeks later, it confirmed that Ian Richardson was driving, Christian was in the front passenger seat and John Paul was in the back behind the passenger seat, all 3 boys were wearing seat belts and only the front seat passenger had been drinking.they found that the accident happened due to the car being driven at approx. 100klms an hour and that the driver at lost control on a bend and collided with a parked articulated lorry, it also stated that he had been stopped 5mins earlier by the German police and warned about his speed. The two boys in the front were pronounced dead right away but they did not realise J.P. was in the car as the back of the car was under the lorry so they did not find him till 25mins later, he was also pronounced dead at the scene (more about that later).The outcome of the inquest was that all three boys died from severe multiple injuries due to a road traffic accident, for which the driver was totally responsible. Once the inquest was over and I had received the report I was totally lost, it was all over no more unanswered questions (or so I thought) now it was time to face the reality I had it all in front of me in black and white I even had the post mortem transcript, but still I couldn't relate it to J.P. Most of the time I was in total denial at other times it would hit me like a ton of bricks, that was so scary I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I think that is why a parent never truly accepts the death of a child, because I don't think they could cope with it so I think there is always a part of them that is in denial.