The Way to the Stars Page #3

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- You've flown a lot of types?

- A fair number, you know?

Blenheims are pretty easy. l suppose they'll

make me operational straightaway, won't they?

You can't fly a Blenheim to save your life.

And there's not only your life

to be considered, either.

You'll go on operations

when l think you're fit and not before.

l only thought

that with the shortage of pilots...

lf l let you fly on ops in your present state,

l'd only be adding to the shortage.

That landing was ruddy awful.

Don't go, Tiny. l want to speak to you, presently.

lf you make another landing like that,

l'll send you back to OTU,

Battle of Britain or no Battle of Britain.

Sorry.

Why didn't you go round again ?

Well, l thought l could get her down all right.

Well, next time, you might remember

that you've got other people flying with you.

Right.

- Hello, Tiny.

- Hello, old boy.

The CO bought it this afternoon.

That's what l wanted to see you about, Tiny.

l suppose they'll make me Acting CO.

l'll send another bloke up with you this

afternoon, to do some circuits and bumps.

And Penrose

l think you'll make a pilot, all right.

- Oh, hello, sir.

- Hello, Sergeant.

Sorry about making such a clot of myself.

What do you mean, sir, that landing?

Ta. l've had worse than that, don't you worry.

Old Bill Thompson,

he used to be my pilot till he bought it.

He used to do some real shakers.

Break every bone in your body.

Poor old Bill.

Yours was nothing.

Thanks.

- Going Shepley way?

- Yes, sir.

- Jump in. What about you, Penrose?

- Thanks very much, sir.

- Hello, Miss Todd.

- Hello, Flight Lieutenant.

- This is Pilot Officer Penrose.

- How do you do?

Don't forget to wipe your feet before you go in

the lounge. l've told you before.

Most terribly sorry.

She the manageress?

Bit of a tartar, isn't she?

Oh, her bark's worse than her bite.

Boys, have a drink. l expect you deserve it.

- No, thanks.

- Come on. Don't be shy.

- Palmer's the name.

- Pilot Officer Penrose.

Two large Highland Flings.

Must support the old firm, you know.

Well, been giving those old barges a caning?

That's the stuff. Only, save a few Jerries

for the LDV. l'm rather hot with my pike!

l beg your pardon.

The Misses Winterton, major and minor.

- Mr...

- Penrose

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

How do you do?

Would you care for a drink, Miss Winterton ?

What's that you're making?

- An air-force pullover.

- For anyone in particular?

No.

- Just for the Comforts Fund.

- Oh.

lt's a bit difficult

making those squiggly bits round the collar.

No, it isn't, really.

You see,

when you get to the end...

lris, dear, we'd better have our dinner now,

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