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actually I will elaborate on why didier and gilles are such a tragedy: when you think about it, they're the only iconic duo in which both are dead.
Jackie Stewart lost François Cevert and retired immediately after that, devastated by the pain of his loss, but he's still alive even if he was born in 1939!
Nigel Mansell lost Elio de Angelis and dedicated his next victory to him, he's still alive and still remembers him dearly.
Ayrton is dead, but Alain is still there.
But Didier, Didier is not here. He is not walking around paddocks with a cane, old and grey-haired, remembering Gilles at official events. In virtue of him being still alive the weight of the guilt on his shoulders would have settled off, and maybe not many people would still call him a traitor to his face. He would deserve the same pride, the same spark in his eyes Alain has when talking about his unique relationship with Ayrton, but talking about Gilles instead. About how their souls were made of the same material, how deep their friendship was and how sad it was they never had time to talk. But he would have his unique memories, and his sons, and his name would be cleared.
But he's not there. His name is still dragged in mud to this day.
Be grateful that your favourite drivers (retired or not) are still alive, that they can talk, they can spend time together. Because Didier and Gilles cannot do that anymore.