From about the age of ten or eleven all I ever wanted to do was join the RAF and learn to fly. I found out about an organisation called the Air Training Corps and went to see if I could join. Unfortunately I was too young at the time and was told to come back in a couple of years. Just before my thirteenth birthday, I went back and finally joined 10F (Luton) Air Training Corps Squadron.
Why didn't I consider joining the RAF on leaving school? I mean it was my career ambition for seven years. The plain, simple fact of the matter is, I'm short sighted! The best I could have hoped for would have been Air Traffic Control. So I decided that the RAF was out. I just hoped that the six years in ATC would be useful in some way.
Anyway part of the reason for wanting to join the RAF was the dream to fly a Mark I Spitfire! Setting my standards high! They are the most beautiful planes in existance and all I want is a couple of minutes just sitting in one. That'd do me a treat!
Of course, it's not just the Spitfire. There were many great planes made during the second world war. The Hurricanes and Lancasters are also great looking planes. Nothing catches the imagination quite like a Spitfire! It's not just British planes I like either!
There are the Junkers, Messersmitts (spellings wrong I know), and the wonderful B52's of the Americans.
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