THE STOWAWAY BRIDE
From the left side window of the cockpit, Captain Nathaniel “Nat” Tooker could see the black-green sea of the North Atlantic Ocean and the endless pattern of pale white breakers and drifting spume flecking the surface all the way to the northern horizon. It always made hum shudder looking down on the vast and empty waterscape. “God, If we have to ditch,” he thought to himself, “there is no hope for a rescue in time. None.”
L’ÉPOUSE CLANDESTINE
De la fenêtre gauche de la cabine de pilotage, le capitaine Nathaniel « Nat » Tooker pouvait voir la mer noir-vert de l’Atlantique nord ainsi que les brisants blanc et l'écume flottante à la surface jusqu'à l'horizon. Cela le faisait toujours frissonner de regarder ce vaste paysage aquatique. « Mon Dieu, si nous devons amerrir, » se dit-il, « il n'y a aucun espoir d'un sauvetage à temps. Aucun. »
BLACK BUFFALO
While most students of aviation history, and indeed North American history, are aware of the famed Tuskegee Airmen and their determined struggle just to be allowed to fly combat missions alongside white combat pilots …
BUFFALO SOLDIER — The War Patrols of Flying Officer Allan Bundy
Author, artist, historian and researcher Terry Higgins has been writing, illustrating and assembling a comprehensive historical compendium of the exploits of the famous 404 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force…
TWO BY MOONLIGHT
In the early hours of 6 June 1944, the Allied invasion of Normandy, which had been in the planning for years, took the Germans by complete surprise, despite the massive buildup on the littoral of southern Great Britain…
THE ANGELS’ SHARE — Tragedy on the Whiskey Trail
Scotch, especially the single malts of Laphroaig, Lagavulin, Ardbeg, Bruichladdich and Bowmore, drew me to Islay, the most southerly of the islands of the Hebrides. With eight active distilleries,…
War Pigeon
For as long as humans have, in their infinitely selfish wisdom, found it necessary to go to war, they have also conscripted innocent and unwitting animals to accompany them into their war hells—to carry their equipment, to support their…
The Memory That Would Not Die
It was raining heavily with high gusting winds at RAF St. Eval, late in the morning of June 20, 1943 when two aging, white-painted Armstrong Whitworth Whitley Mk VII bombers laboured into the sky, climbed out over the choppy, wind-slashed Celtic Sea and turned southeast across the thick neck of the Cornish peninsula…