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Acton Free Press (Acton, ON), July 27, 1983, p. 16

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GeorgetownActon Wjnesday JutyZ7 When old fighter pilots get together Looking forward to a fishing trip with a few old fighter pilots It be lb first time tebeenrrallyfihuigforears I used to work the trout streams fairly regularly but between acid rain and pesticides flowing into them theyve become almost My wife was all in Tatar of the at Tint You need to get away Do something different See some old friends That sort of thing I was surprised and delighted But it t Lake her long to start worrying Your fishing tackle is all rusty What about your arthritis You havent anything to wear I suppose youll all Just sit around and drink and tell stories What I do while youre away think what really gets her is that 111 be out of touch with the lousy old world for a few days no telephone radio mailman It a fly in lake and she can get at me to tell me the latest terrible news about the Thai the only kind of real holiday that does a man any good Get good and filthy don shave catch some fish eat hearty play some poker have a Mile snort with out anyone sniffing in disgust and sleep like a baby What she really distrusts ore old fighter pilots Every time I get together with them I age about for a few weeks But surely she has nothing to worry about this time The whole trip has been organized by Jack Ryan lawyer good churchman father of five Surely old Jack wouldnt get a chap in trouble And yet J do have memories It s amazing how some friendships are formed in such a short time and last for decades Jack and I met for the first time at some godforsaken little English rail way station miles from nowhere both headed for operational training on Spit fires We spent only about three months together but farmed a close friendship that has lasted more than years although weve seen each other only tonally since the war We became part of a gallant little band that included a Sikh a Norwegian a Belgian a Pole some Free French various New Zealanders and Australians and the usual scattering of Scots Irish and Brits We trained together hit the pubs together pursued girls together sang together during a bleak English winter then went our various ways most to be killed squadron I to my disgust was tran sferred to training for the new Typhoon fighterbomber Singh Thandi our Sikh friend was sent out or back to India and reported killed flying against the Japanese in Burma The only other one I seen since aside from Jacques Van a Belgian Our paths crossed tor five minutes in Brussels in 1M4 I went missing not long after and he was killed Old Ryan was all Irish genial witty outgoing and the second best snooker player in the mess I was the best He was certainly the best pilot in the training unit as most of us were rookies with a couple of hundred hours while spent about a year in England as a flying instructor We used to go up in pairs to practise dogfighting I dreaded being paired with Jack Ryan Wed break off Id look wildly around the sky see nothing and suddenly hear a voice on the T Bail out Smller youve just been shot down The one I really enjoyed dogfighting with was a tiny Hindu called Beri He was themost terrified fighter pilot I ever met He should never have been forced pride family tradition into attempting to be one He was the only one of the lot of us who was scared out of his wits and had enough sense to admit it Hying If you were young and stupid you did it as tight as possible your wing tucked right under the other guyss As soon as I got within yards of Beri hes squeal Smiley you get so close and would veer off until there was a good yeards between us We were all going hellforleather to become Spit pilots however and to this day I dont know why If graduated yourchancesofsurvivalwereveryslim If didnt you had been killed in a training accident or were relegated to some flying Job where you could do the least harm to the fewest people Including yourself And oil dead keen to make the Dont ask me what it was Male ego Wanting to be part of a special group Trying to prove something to It was something about as bright as a gang of senior citizens those few left and we dont seem to hate increased in the brains department I hope that Ran remembers enough navigation to get us into the right lake where the muskies and bass are as numerous as minnows Jack Ryan was posted to a Spitfire Wed go up tcrpractise close formation 88000 give blood annually month an average of people across Canada give blood Every year the Canadian Red Cross collects more than one million units of blood to ensure that blood Is Help the Red Cross continue to save lives Call the Red Cross today for the location of the blood donor clinic nearest you Mr and Mrs John Vandermeer of are pleased to announce that their daughter Wendy grad uated as a legal secretary from Sheridan College WOO DELREX ALUMINUM Abo storm window doors and awnings 8776383 Opan sttn guar NO SERVICE CHARGE

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