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- A7431347
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- John Francis Clark
- Location of story:听
- Lincolnshire
- Background to story:听
- Royal Air Force
- Article ID:听
- A4494918
- Contributed on:听
- 20 July 2005
Have you ever wondered what we pilots ate during the war?
I was 17 and a half, based at 106 Squadron, Metheringham, Lincolnshire. We flew every day, with just the occasional day off.
The day began with egg and bacon -- one of each, I think, although there may have been a second rasher if we were lucky. I can't remember if we had this every day. There were Corn Flakes, and Camp coffee -- that's concentrated liquid coffee, to which hot water was added; it wasn't fresh. Milk was powdered. We were glad to get it.
There would be a briefing before breakfast -- and then we flew! A hell of a lot of my mates never came back. I hated Hitler, it was as simple as that. I was determined to do my job, but anxious too to get it over with. We had to a job to do! I just thought "Where is the bugger?!"
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