#r.a.f

[boanerges20]

R.A.F. Super marine Spitfire.

[historyontheorientexpress]

Turkish air force cadets train with the R.A.F, 1942: Turkish men, training as bomber pilots, chat with a British Pilot at the station - Türk Hava Kuvvetleri öğrencileri ile R.A.F eğitiliyor, 1942: Türk Erkekleri bombardıman pilotları gibi yetiştiriliyor, havaalanında ingiliz pilotlarıyla konuşuyor.

[a-doll-like-you]

5 second clip - a call to Arms - pilot Peter Lawford talks to his fellow RAF lookalike 

[cuddlewumpus]

When you let a nerd have paint...

[seymourmusicclub]

doseiring

[cuddlewumpus]

"The Mint" Chapter XIII

"I was entertaining a sharp dose of malaria and most of the day passed hazily. Apparently I stumbled and shambled through. My neighbours each side would see to that and the rear rank is cushy. Corporal Hardy is very short and cannot watch it without stretching a-tiptoe. Nor was he caring, today, about our correctness. He was angry because Stiffy had told him off for drilling us always in the far arm of the parade ground where the cook-house buildings hid us from sight. At three o'clock he was in more trouble for keeping the flight ten minutes overtime on musketry. He saluted and yelled, 'Yes, Sir,' with loud joy as for a favour when Stiffy swore he'd put him on the report. Five minutes later as we were marching out towards the gymnasium across the empty square, the Corporal gave an explosive 'Eyes right' to Stiffy remotely descried behind the notice-board away up on the main road. This was open cheek: but Hardy had tried that morning to resign his stripes, in an effort to escape the Depot where life pinched him after the affair of Benson. The Adjutant would not grant him either posting or reversion and Hardy's out for mischief.

The next thing I remembered was Cook's waking me up, where I lay in bed sweating under about seven men's blankets. The hut lights were on and he had brought me a tin of tea and a hot sausage roll. 'Scran up!' he called in his sailor's belling tone against my ear, which buzzed for minutes after.

'What's all this in aid of?' I asked, stupidly.

'Well, you're a bit crabbed-like, mate.' He scratched his cheek.

'And the time?'

'It's gone rounds, long ago.' Three minutes later went Last Post. Sailor came over to borrow my Don Quixote, an excuse to sit on the bed and ask if I were going sick in the morning. The shivers of my fever had frightened everybody. Sailor had been one of the gang who had undressed me after gym, which, it seems, I'd got through without comment from the instructor...."

So, it was Cook who brought him tea and a sausage roll, and Sailor and others who got him to bed while ill.

Still, the flight took care of him.

[charliespicturesblog-blog]

Battle of Britain Memorial Flight Train

[soy-un-panda-vampiro]

Ese momento que todo está en silencio, me doy cuenta de lo vacía y rota que esta mi alma.