A Story of War

I go to the Bear in Hodnet with Bill Conway and have a few beers with some aircrew from Peplow, including one who came home on ‘Orontese’ with me. Conway drinks so much beer he crashes into the hedge two or three times on the way home, and I have to put the chain back on his bicycle and nearly die of laughing.

Yesterday we go to the Corbett Arms and on to the dance but “no joy” as the RAF say, and I’m now approaching a gloomy weekend with Sunday off (JDW: taken from fox-hunting jargon, “no joy” was used in radio comms by Battle of Britain pilots to mean “No enemy sighted”.) I do alot of flying and dogfight with Thunderbolts over the Wrekin, but am getting damned bored with all this.