Category: 1941/08
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August 29th 1941
Night flying last night in formation, led by F/Lt Tate to Jullandur and back. Over Jullandur, Tate goes down to shoot them up, leaving Thin and me in echelon going round in circles. I don’t know what happens but I damn near crash into him, and we just manage to mutually bank out of the […]
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August 28th 1941
Nearly went mad last night with toothache. Started around 8.30pm, so I had no dinner and hopped into bed. Eventually Chandikar suggested going to get me some medicine, so I sent him off to B.M.H. and he returned with two aspirins. I took one, a drink of water to swallow it, and the ache left […]
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August 27th 1941
We have a tactical exercise. Two flights at Jullandur, two in the A.T.S. hangar and two out in a field near the grass farm. I am out at the grass farm under “Logger” Powley. We have dispersed a/c, tents, slit trenches etc and pupils as flight commanders, intelligence officers etc. It ought to be a […]
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August 20th 1941
Drinks with Gambert last night and I consume three bottles of Muree beer at a sitting. I went out the other day down the Lahore Road to try and get a black buck, but the country was under water. Walked for three hours in the afternoon sun, the heat reflecting off the mud – horrid. […]
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August 17th 1941
Nothing to do here. This week I fly once and do three hours lectures, the rest of the time being spent in sitting in lecture rooms as per programme, or watching other people fly. Our weekend is stopped as some I.T.S. blokes are caught AWOL. Yesterday (Saturday) G.S. Singh suggests going to Delhi for a […]
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August 12th 1941
I go to drinks at the Commissioner’s house, am introduced to Mrs Clark. Dinner with the Commissioner, where Philip Lorraine is staying, then on to the pictures with George and Margaret, and then on to the Boat Club. Next day my shooting not too good, but I got in two good bursts and score 44. […]
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August 8th 1941
Went to the Boat Club Tuesday night and met one Crosbie, a sea captain, who staked 7/- on the fruit machine which I helped to lose. I get slightly inebriated, and join up with Boulton’s party, and dance with Braithwaite’s wife Mary. Next day I go to the zoo at the shrine of of Mungo […]
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August 5th 1941
Sunday afternoon I go to the Boat Club with a book, and in comes a stomach, surmounted by moustache and eyeglass, which could only be Bernard Ferguson, a major, and so it was. He invites me to dinner at the Bristol and introduces me to his travelling companion, Brigadier Bruce. Badly shaken, I beat it […]
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August 3rd 1941
I take a batch of Indian Air Force pilots down here by train, quite comfortably sharing an air-conditioned coach with Bhose and G.S. Singh. Here at Karachi i go into town to see Tylers for a car, but no luck though I eventually manage to find a Rs 4/- per diem for hire. Then I […]
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