Wing Commander Sixkills Section
Watcher Of The Skies
Born in 1905, I was only nine when the GREAT WAR started. My father was a foot soldier in the American Army. I had always planned to follow in his footsteps, but as the War continued on and I got my first sight of an airplane, I knew I was destined to be a airplane pilot. I used to watch the planes fly over my house every day, and I had dreams of being in the cockpit. When 1928 finally came, I entered the service, but I failed to get into the ranks of the flyboys; so, I had to do my enlistment as a foot soldier. I did not fre t, as I knew my day would come for the chance to fly. After I did my four years in the Army, I went to College. I then applied to an airline after Graduation. I got a job with a private company flying passengers from state to state in the USA. During that time I met a man who turned out to be a very good friend. He was a pilot from the Great War who showed me how to fly stunts and some basic fighter maneuvers in his personal plane. \par \par I then ventured to flying cargo and passengers over to Canada. When the late 1930's came, Europe was starting to heat up with Germany invading several countries. Then, one day when I picked up the paper, I read that the "RAF" was accepting any person who was capable of piloting an airplane. I knew then that my chance had come to do what I had always wanted to do: fly a fighter plane! Fighter planes had always put a sparkle in my eye each time I saw one. They were sleek, fast and very maneuverable, unlike the passenger and cargo planes I had become accustomed too. So, I packed up my belongings and headed for Europe. When I got to Europe they were, at first, reluctant to let me in the RAF to fly because I was an American citizen. I would have to give up my Citizenship in America and apply to become a British citizen. I got all the papers done and they finally put me through a very rigorous Fighter Trainin g School, which lasted just a few weeks because they were in great need of pilots. I had qualified in the RAF's best planes, The Hurricane and The Spitfire. After fighter school, I was immediately promoted to Flight Lieutenant and assigned to the 1stRAF Squadron. I have been here now for several months logging many flight hours. I have fought in two Campaigns and have seen many friends hit the silk, and I have, myself, been in the awkward position to have to do the same thing. Thanks to the French underground as they have always managed to get me back to my base and my friends every time.
To this day I am ready to take my spot in history and fulfill the destiny that was always meant to be mine; to stand beside the Great Legendary Flyers from the First World War protecting my new home and my Comrades in Arms to the best of my Ability.
Always check your Six :You never know when I will be there.
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