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Intro
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CAMPAIGN DIARY:
August 7th, 1940. Redhill.

So you are the new chap, eh? Well, we need all the pilots we can get. We have no lack of aircraft, but we do lack trained men.

And I guess that's the rub.

Pilots have been drawn from Bomber Squadrons, and the Naval boys, as well as from the Auxiliary Air Force and the Volunteer Reserve. I've heard that you have very little experience with Spits, the conversion programme lasting only two weeks. Someone said that you've only done three landings, before being posted with us. Corblimey! (By the way: another of you two-week-wonders just pranged out on the runway - stupid git...)

Madness if you ask me. But I guess we have no choice. Adolf won't wait until you have completed a proper training.

So, the last weeks we have been through some pretty sticky fighting over the Channel. And lost a number of men - that's why you are here. Also, we have been rebased to Redhill. All the aerodromes at the coast are only used for emergency purposes now. They are too vulnerable for regular use.

Jerry is attacking all our convoys that are racing through, and have been sinking a large number of ships. Those bloody convoys are another piece of madness if you ask me. They should have been cancelled weeks ago, but it seems that they insist on running them, well... out of prestige. England rules the waves and all that.

August has opened quietly though, and we have had a couple days without combat.

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MISSION
We must get you some more flying time, before you are thrown into the fire. 

You know that chaps like you, with little actual flight training and often no gunnery training whatsoever, are cannon fodder. Here today, gone tomorrow. Charlton was exactly like you. He went in yesterday. It's his bunk you will be sleeping in tonight.

So, sunshine, if you want to still be alive in a couple of weeks time, do EXACTLY as I tell you. No heroics. No antics. And keep your eyes peeled!!!

You will follow me down the coast, over Folkestone, just a simple patrol. To get you some stick time. We have had no reports of Jerry activity, except for some lone recce aircraft, doing their usual rounds over the coast.

Any questions? Fine. Lets go!

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Success
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CAMPAIGN DIARY:

That wasn't too bad. Who knows, you might make it after all. Also: get rid of that silly regulation tie. Use silk scarves instead. We don't wear them because they are fancy-looking. They protect our necks from being rubbed raw by that constant looking in all possible directions.

You have already learned one of the most important lessons, a lesson that our old CO - God rest his soul - never understood, stuck as he was in the pre-war textbook tactics. 

And that lesson is simple: you have to get in fast, get real close, at least 100 yards or so. And then get out fast!

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Failure
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CAMPAIGN DIARY:

That wasn't too bad. Who knows, you might make it after all. Also: get rid of that silly regulation tie. Use silk scarves instead. We don't wear them because they are fancy-looking. They protect our necks from being rubbed raw by that constant looking in all possible directions.

You have already learned one of the most important lessons, a lesson that our old CO - God rest his soul - never understood, stuck as he was in the pre-war textbook tactics. 

And that lesson is simple: you have to get in fast, get real close, at least 100 yards or so. And then get out fast!
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