“I had that morning gone to say my farewells to Broadhurst and to the RAF. I had made a point of going to HQ at Schleswig in my 'Grand Charles.' Coming back I had taken him high up in the cloudless summer sky, for it was only there that I could fittingly take my leave. Together we climbed for the last time straight towards the sun. We looped once, perhaps twice, we lovingly did a few slow, meticulous rolls, so that I could take away in my finger-tips the vibration of his supple, docile wings.” MadeTogetherLastsMorningSunGoneTakenSkySummerWingsFingersFlightAviationLast TimeFarewellComing BackVibrationsDocileSuppleMeticulousRaf Author:Pierre Clostermann
“And in that narrow cockpit I wept, as I shall never weep again, when I felt the concrete brush against his wheels and, with a great sweep of the wrist, dropped him on the ground like a cut flower. As always, I carefully cleared the engine, turned off all the switches one by one, removed the straps, the wires and the tubes which tied me to him, like a child to his mother. And when my waiting pilots and my mechanics saw my downcast eyes and my shaking shoulders, they understood and returned to the dispersal in silence.” ChildrenEyeMotherFeltWaitingSilenceSawsCuttingFlowerUnderstoodShouldersFlightWheelsAviationEnginesPilotsConcreteTiedBrushesMechanicWireShakingTubesWristsTurned OffCockpit Author:Pierre Clostermann
