It was a time of disenchantment and cold despair. A time of failure and much ridicule. A time of longing and much nervousness. A time of shock. A time of ultimate joy. But fortunately, it was a time long ago. The year was 1953, and all the above emotions amalgamated in my mixed-up eighteen-going-on-nineteen-year-old mind. National Service brought me a two-year stint in the RAF as LAC
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