Or am I just being a sentimental, and overly imaginative, fool?
Nah. Let’s blame someone. Someone other then me.
And the man at fault is...everyone’s pal RAF Lou. There are others with him (three others come to mind) on the ship of blame but primarily him. Captain and plank owner of the USS Blame.
For years (literally) he has been touting the BBC series “Wings.” I’m all about anything WW1 aviation but always too busy - till now. Courtesy of the fabulous Internet, a new data plan, a site with all episodes, and fancy electronics, I have been watching an episode a day, occasionally two, for the past week. Watching the trials and tribulations of our brave lads in the RFC, protecting hearth and home, and of the loved ones they have left behind. Captivated I am. I’ve seen plenty of movies and read plenty but nothing presented in the...action and personal drama department like this.
The result? I have deleted my two German careers and am now flying strictly RFC. Even have a couple of two-seater careers. No Be2 though - there is a limit to human strength and endurance.
But was I really expected to strap on an Alb and wing down from the blue putting Sgt. Farmer, Lt. Gaylion, and Capt. Triggers in my Spandau sights?? And shoot them down? After all we’ve been through together? And what would Mom say back home? And the girl left behind? Nay!
So to the German half of my family we can blame Lou while the British half rejoices. Time for some tea. And to be thankful neither the French or the Germans have a similar TV series to muddy the waters!