Air Commodore Rushs Section
Watcher Of The Skies
Welcome , Come on in, pull up a chair,What are you drinking?
A little bit of History is needed here for you to understand a little bit about your Group Captain, do you take ice in your Scotch ? Very good, it always helps to keep the head clear!... You know I never had to go through the hardships of enlisting, For me it was an easy ticket in through the back door due to my Birth. .Oh you didnt know that ?.. not many people do, I was born part of the Aristocrity, Oh yes, my Father, God bless him, the Late Lord Rush, was a Giant of a man, and what I mean by that is, that he used his powers to the good of others....always prepared to lend a listening ear for other peoples hardships and depravity. Lady Rush, a sweet , sweet women, sickly throughout her short existance, was always a pillow for one to rest ones weary head, and this I always did as a child, unfortunately I was not the only member of the male sex to indulge in this pastime....and looking back on it...Umm..Umm..I fear that had a lot to do with my fathers early exit from life, cut short in his prime, that and the scandal in the house of lords.
Anyway not too good to dwell on the past..hey?..my good man!..Oh.. I am much like them both in many ways...and in many ways not. ..Another topple of Whiskey?..with ice wasnt it?
I was born the only son to Lord and Lady Rush of Rushmoor back in 1899. A strong healthy child, with a will of my own, a determination to endure and succeed, at the cost of all that stood before me. My graduation through College and University with flying colours, was the envy of all, my charm and wit with striking tongue, the talk of the city, society life in general.
Those were the days of youth, wine women and hangovers...hows your whiskey doing?...give me your glass...anyway I soon became Lord Rush, at the tender age of 22, was single, and over indulged in every department that a young Lord would at that spirited age.
It was during those days of froility that I meet a German fighter ace from the first world war called Wolfar, a kind and generous man at first meeting, and who infact had a heart of gold, and a instinct of steel.
He was the one who got me over flight sickness, and tought me how to spot the enemy with a eagles eye, and wait for the moment of advantage,in short we both became very good friends.
Due to my advancement in flying machines, I was soon to gain a reputation behind the stick, and when I meet up with Longsaber, a Canadian acrobatic stunt flyer, I soon had a few more tricks up my sleeve. Anyway in those early days much was in development regarding aviation, and I often risked my life out of stupidity.
Looking back its a wonder we survived it all, but we did , and I got promoted into the RAF , and the rest as they say is history, and we are making history this very minute, in this lousy war which we find ourselves in.
What happened to Wolfar you ask..hes running the JG26 Squadron now, and we could be up against him at any minute, such are the cruelties of war, Longsaber has become my trusted Flt Lt in RAF 1, and has become famous and known as Scorpion, Im lucky my original pilots are still with me here, long may God preserve them all.....And the Whisky bottles? ........
Well my friend, they are all long empty.
Air Commodore Rush.
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