“I sure hope he tells the truth as my father flew the Burma Hump in WWII.
You did not know if you were going to return everytime you flew.”
YEARS ago, I read some of Ernest K. Gann’s books about his time in
early aviation and into flying transport in WWII.
His recounting of some flights (civilian and for the military)
were harrowing...and just short of being “beyond belief”.
IIRC, he talked about some of the nearly psychedelic mental effects
of flying un-pressurized transport version of the B-24.
It’s amazing that any of them returned alive from a string of those
trips.
Exactly, my dad liked to tell people he flew whiskey and nurses; that is if he told anyone anything until he got a lot older. They didn’t talk much about that war. And he wouldn’t eat rice for the rest of his life.
And to add to it; the fog was so thick the odds you were going to run into the mountains.
"Fate is the Hunter" by Gann is a fascinating description of his flying experiences before, during, and after the war. My old copy of this has fallen to pieces, and I just ordered a new copy from Amazon.