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Subject: The Plane of My Dreams (Revised) The Plane of my dreams AKA Child migrant. This is a work of fiction by Vintagespeedoboy. England 1955. I am seated at a window seat overlooking the right wing of the 4 engined airliner enjoying the view I felt anger knowing that I was helpless in warning them really screwed me up inside when I asked. “Is there something which can be done?” “I tell you what’ let me hear your confession all you’ve got is what you’re standing in.” “They can’t do that, it’s not right I tell you they’re stopping our letters.” “Bastards, they can’t keep us here forever, I reckon they’ll put us out working somewhere.” “Bernie, there is a way out of here, but you really have to want to do it I thought it was just an ordinary mirror, besides I don’t know Morse code.” “I do, having learned it in the scouts, here, I’ll show you how it works.” I demonstrated the mirror thoroughly explaining its operation with him looking on in total amazement, here was an instrument capable of communicating with the outside world if only I could set up a receiving station, on the other side of the coin would be the thorough searches which would result were flashes to be seen coming from the building. The interview took place in the city which must have taken all morning; we had a thorough medical examination by a doctor who looked carefully at Bernie’s slowly healing scars the qualification was a passport to earning some money either as a part time job or on days off which appealed to us both. The training was hard we spent ages recounting both our past stories with much interest from our hosts who were kind enough to give us both a glass of ice cold beer to wash our meals down with. Over the next few days we were given suitcases of clothes, both formal it’s just that I’ve never done it before.” “Come on sport, you’ll really like it,” we both took off our clothes it always seemed to jolt whenever it moved off I don’t want to see any more of you ending up like them because if you do, you will go through life a loser, probably ending up as a homeless bludger, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!” That guy’s thunder shook all of us to the escort izmit core reiterating a possible eventual outcome of failures of which there will be more to come even right at the final stage of trade training, failures normally were sent for training as airfield defence guards chiseling, drilling I was in seventh heaven enjoying the cascade of water when he suddenly took hold of my cock which got rock hard immediately as he said. “It’s this it was such a huge relief when he came up will you please do me, please, please?” This young teen was begging it looks like we won’t be seeing much of you then.” “Only whenever I come home on leave.” “I just have one more test to perform which is the prostate exam which you may find it strange especially if no one has performed one on you before, I just need you to take your underpants down apparently you’ve had quite recent surgery on it.” “That’s right; the operation was done in London is that right?” “Yes it is we struck our camp, hung our gas capes & tent onto the drying frame, showered & had breakfast. I took the tram into the city & headed straight for Mitchell’s asking for a camping stove, I was shown an old 2 pint Primus stove, I looked at it saying. “Haven’t you got anything smaller?” “Sorry sonny, that’s all we have, Try T W Sands in Elizabeth Street by the meat market.” I entered into a very fascinating old world shop festooned with all sorts of kerosene lamps, heaters, stoves &c, this shop looked as if it had been brought here in H G Well’s time machine, I gazed in awe at all the items on display inside this shop when the proprietor asked me. “May I help you sonny?” “Certainly, I’m looking for a small camping stove which will fit inside the pocket of a rucksack.” “I know what it is you want, we have plenty of these in stock,” he brought out what looked like a light blue tea tin with a red border on the bottom, flipped up the lid, dropped the front flap & said. “This will be what you want, this one’s an Optimus 80, we sell a lot of these to the Australian army.” I gazed at the bright brass miniature primus pressure stove contained within the tin, this truly was a thing of beauty izmit escort & a joy to hold in my hands, I had an almost hypnotic fascination for this stove which was what I truly wanted & replied. “I’ll buy one off you,” he brought me one out in a sealed box & placed a container & a tiny funnel beside it saying. “You will need some ‘Shellite’ for this stove which is the proper fuel and you must be aware that this is a gasoline stove.” “I doubt if I will make any mistakes with it, I’m in the air force & have already been on loads of bush camps.” He rang up the till & I left the shop in a very happy frame of mind, I now had a good tent, a decent stove, groundsheet, bed roll, mess tins, mug, cutlery &c &c, I was well kitted out for a sleepover & camp out with whoever I chose to be with in my portable den of iniquity, the promise of great camp outs & brilliant sex lay ahead & having seen the rest of the flight discard their ration pack leftovers I made a mental note to collect them all enabling me to feed some to my guests, all too soon my leave was over & I returned on the train to Wagga Wagga with my bike for more trade training, bench fitting exercises, sports, PT, military training, bush camps & sex. The weekend was one of the highlights of our apprenticeship course, air experience flights, this is what we’ve all dreamed about & now it was happening, we were all going to be taken up in DeHavilland Tiger Moth biplanes, the weather was cool with high clouds & a gentle breeze blowing, we could see the bright orange disc of the sun silhouetted in the clouds, we were all in high spirits especially having been told that it’s a perfect day for flying. We were all suited up in flying suits, hat & gloves having been warned that it was cold up there, I was sat in the cockpit in front of the pilot who made sure I was strapped in, the aircraft taxied from the flight line to the runway & went into its take off roll, the Gypsy Major engine screamed as the aircraft gently accelerated down the runway & after a short roll rose into the air like a fly, as it climbed gently the slipstream through the wires & struts made a humming noise, izmit kendi evi olan escort the whole aircraft seemed to flex as it flew through some bumps, we turned in a south easterly direction which will take us over the town which we flew over at 2,000 feet, I recognized some of the buildings in the town, the swimming pool, the railway station with the railway lines going to the horizon, we flew to the right of the Sturt highway seeing a number of semi trailer trucks traveling in both directions. These trucks were the true knights of the road transporting the nation’s goods & their name plates sounded like royalty, names like Kenworth, White, Mack, Peterbilt & a whole host of others, every one of them powered by a huge diesel engine, every prime mover capable of hauling the huge loads required by their operators & driving the long distances required for interstate deliveries, their drivers all family men holding endorsed licences as testament to their professional driving skills, some drivers are accompanied by a jockey, usually a teenage lad whose job is to navigate the vehicle through cities, prioritize the order of deliveries to the route, assist with loading & unloading &c, it is these youths who are the drivers of the future. All too soon the pilot throttled the engine back taking the aircraft into a slow descent, I saw the airfield in the distance looming ever larger until we joined the circuit & banked hard over for the final turn & landing on the runway to finally taxi to the flight line & park with the engine stopped & disembarking from the aircraft. I was so exhilarated by the flight I was on a high for the rest of the day, it was just fantastic, it had to be a lot better than a roller coaster ride, it was even miles better than the flight in the Lockheed Super Constellation, this really was true flying, half a century had passed since the Wright brothers & now the jet age was here albeit tainted by the DeHavilland Comet crashes & yet in the USA, Tex Johnson test flew the Boeing 367-80 (dash 80) performing a barrel roll in flight, an exhausting test programme & FAA Certiication would see the Boeing 707 jet airliner coming into service 5 years later & shrinking the world, within a few years these grand propeller driven airliners would be consigned to the history books, even though I was still a boy at 15 years of age I had now become a part of that world. To be continued.
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