The Airship "Golden Hind"Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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The Airship "Golden Hind"
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Flight -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
Kenyon and Bramsdean were both ex-flying officers of the Royal Air
Force. What they did in the Great War now matters little. Sufficient is
it to say that had they belonged to any belligerent nation save their
own they would have been styled "aces"; but since in the Royal Air Force
details of personal achievements were deprecated, and the credit given
to the Force as a whole, they merely "carried on" until ordered to "get
out," or, in other words, be demobilised. Then, each with a
highly-prized decoration and a gratuity of precisely the same amount as
that given to an officer who had never served anywhere save at the Hotel
Cecil, they found themselves literally on their feet, relegated to the
limbo of civilian life. It was not long before they found how quickly
their gratuities diminished. Like many other ex-members of His
Majesty’s Forces, they began to realise that in smashing the German
menace they had helped to raise a menace at home--the greed and cupidity
of the Profiteer.
They were just two of thousands of skilled airmen for whom as such there
was now no need. Commercial aviation had yet to be developed; trick
flying and exhibition flights lead to nothing definite, and only a very
small percentage of war-time airmen could be retained in the
reconstituted Air Force.
Kenyon and Bramsdean were not men to "take it lying down." They had
pluck and resource and a determination to "get a move on," and within a
twelvemonth of their demobilisation they found themselves partners and
sole proprietors of a fairly prosperous road transport concern operating
over the greater part of the South of England.
But it wasn’t the same thing as flying. Looking back over those
strenuous years of active service, they remembered vividly the good
times they had had, while the "sticky" times were mellowed until they
could afford to laugh at those occasions when they "had the wind up
badly."
Then, with a suddenness akin to the arrival of a "whizz-bang," came a
telegram from Sir Reginald Fosterdyke, asking the chums to see him on
the morrow.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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