Category: 1941/11
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November 30th 1941
I spend last weekend in Peshawar, going over for a football match. Go to the club at night with Dicky (Cleaver) and Glover, Knowles and Wagstaffe (AILOs), and meet Basil Henson who says he has fits and is being invalided home shortly. “Christmas” Nowel invites us over to his party, Air Commodore Russell’s, and he […]
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November 28th 1941
I manage to fly OK, though with one ground loop. Next day I practise landing in small areas, and Bill Duncan is willing to take me despite the size of D.I.K. ‘drome (he goes round twice himself eventually). However, the Wing Commander says there must be no mistake so Butler goes instead. There is no […]
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November 27th 1941
The boys arrive, back from Quetta, and this afternoon I hope to go flying. But Glover insists on going in the back, and remembering my last effort, I am wondering if I shall be able to do a landing in the half hour allotted to me. There is much talk. A new squadron adjutant is […]
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November 15th 1941
I pass the medical. I had been practising holding my breath and due to bad training and a damn cold could only hold it about 50 seconds. Well, I hold the bit between my teeth, push 100 on the clock, and hold it there with distended cheeks, breathing normally through my nose meanwhile. Doc Wilkinson […]
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November 13th 1941
‘A’ and ‘B’ Flights go to Quetta the other day. None of the R/T sets work but they get off. I hate to see them go, being grounded, and knowing that I may never fly again. (JDW: he is alluding to his imminent medical, where he fears he will be ‘found out’). But I have […]
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November 5th 1941
More partridge shooting, and offered lunch by a Lambardar but would take too long. Manage to get away with two brace for Kohat, but on the last day only get one with great difficulty for ten cartridges. I start with an average of one bird to 15 cartridges but eventually get down to one per […]
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November 3rd 1941 – On the Indus
My last three pigeons have gone bad, which has rather put my calculations out, as I had hoped to take some game back to Kohat. I shoot some more partridge and another quail. Also a “Kunj” which the crew fancied for their dinner. I go out 9-10pm in a village after pig (Bhik) but though […]
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