After landing in Halifax, Zeus was off to Dartmouth in order to take up his position as Gunnery instructor and I was off to find transport to Ottawa to check in. While in Halifax I noticed the crude being unloaded into fuel cars, all nice bright and shiny Blue tank cars! Would never work in a war zone, it brought home to me how distant I was from the actual fighting, but men (and women) were in uniform everywhere.
The poor little Plymouth T95 was really struggling to get these cars shunt
It was time to move on from Gibraltar. No long range aircraft being available and being unwilling to fly across Germany to get to Britain, the sea route was the only thing left. A small convoy was leaving and Zeus and I hitched a ride on the HMCS Sackville, a flower class corvette.
Being slightly larger than a coastal fishing boat and housing 85 men along with supplies and weapons, it was a cramped affair. Once we reached the rolling Atlantic it became a wet cramped environment.
Well after the trip to Istanbul, I was itching to get moving. Zeus had blessed every tree in 20 miles and we were just waiting for some form of transport to our next destination. An RCAF supply flight was found to be lacking a pilot due to the regular pilot indulging a little too much from the local "delicacies". Expecting to be confronted with an old clapped out freight aircraft, I was presently surpised to see a C-47 awaiting my subtle touch as pilot.
Sevastapol to Istanbul
Woke up this morning to overcast skies, Zeus ran to plane and refused to come out as it had just started raining (you can see his pathetic little face pressed up against the glass in the second to last row. Takeoff was alright though with only one runway a little skittish as the wind was about 45 degrees from the nose. Got to 6000 feet and broke through the clouds to glorious sunshine, Zeus then remembered he had to pee, cross your legs bud we still have two hours
Chapter 1 The beginning..
After my reassignment from the Russian front back to the British Commonwealth Air Training Program in Brandon, Manitoba, I had to get there. The RCAF would only provide transportation from Gibraltar, I had to get there on my own. As the Turkish airlines had a JU-52 at their disposal but no pilots to fly it, this seemed like a good way to at least get to Istanbul. The flight was exhausting, 3 1/2 hours over the ocean to Sevastopol was the first leg in cloudy
This morning was the start of the 36th running of the 1000 mile Yukon Quest race, starting from Whitehorse, Yukon and finishing in Fairbanks, Alaska.
A brief history,
If you're interested in checking out this grueling race along with real time tracking of the mushers and their teams, here's the link: https://www.yukonquest.com/
Conditions this morning were a little nippy, -37c and -42c with the wind chill, heavy ice fog, made for a cold wait standing around for the 11am start!
This blog entry is an initial hello from me, and a means of seeing how it all works under the new Invision Communities software. I have to admit, I'm impressed at how well this system is going to work. And intimidated at how much additional learning I have. Some of that was expected. And it's interesting to see the other members jumping in and giving the new site a good run. I think this purchase by the WW squadron was a good choice, one that will power the squadron's web presenc
Have no idea what I’m doing here so bear with me while I figure this “blog” stuff out.
First off I’d like to thank all of our Wing Walkers for their generous support in helping to get this new forum off the ground. A special thanks goes to our long time site administrator Sandman for giving up his free time to move everything from our old house over to our new home. Well done Sandy👍
I think we’re all really looking forward to getting settled in and getting back to the business of han