In 1939 a 21 year old joined the N.Z.R.A.F. as a reservist. When World
War II was declared he was called up and sent to Woodburn training camp
in Blenheim and taught to fly. In August 1940 he sailed from New Zealand
for England and went to war. As the sea voyage progressed from holiday
cruise to deadly dangerous, he kept a diary and then gave it to a
steward to post home from LA.
He was a foundation member of 485
NZ Spitfire Squadron. He watched his best friends die before his eyes,
was shot up twice and made it back to his aerodrome and killed a man for
the first time. And he wrote letters home.
In December 1941 he
sailed for the Middle East and, after a spell as an instructor, he
requested a transfer back to active duty. Only four of his training
course of 21 men survived and came home. He was one of them. Many years
later he wrote notes about his war time experiences in preparation for
the memoir that never happened.
In 1991 he died at the age of 74
after an 11 month battle with cancer. He was my Dad and I inherited the
box of letters and notes. It is time we all heard about his war and I
have complied this as much for the younger members of my family who
never knew this brave and modest man, as for anyone else. World War II,
from the air and the ground, in his own words.
US Kindle Edition
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
FREE -- US ONLY Kindle Edition -- Our Father's War by Julie Thomas, Hal Thomas
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