Monday, November 28, 2016

Spitfire Diary

A fighter pilot's experience in an English Squadron during WW#2. How did an English lad get married to a Swedish lass and end up in Austin Texas?

The explosion that ensued when a lit match was dropped into a crapper mistakenly cleansed with kero reminds me of the arrogant patient who ignored fasting protocols and had his bowel explode in the OR when a laser was fired up.

Despite dismal survival odds we get tales of men who lived to tell of ditchings at sea and planes that barrelled through forests at 200 miles an hour.

Life is never lived as vividly and intensely as it is when one is in constant danger of losing it. Little wonder in retrospect Veterans remember war experiences as the best and worst times of their lives and feel closer to the friends they made there than any in later life.

I could have used a glossary for all the acronyms used.  The excepts from the operational log parallel the author's diary. They tend to be dry and repetitious with occasional sparks of emotion thrown in dramatic for their rarity.

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