There were sixteen of us altogether learning to fly in this Initial Training School in Nairobi, and I liked every one of my companions. They were all young men like me who had come out from England to work for some large commercial concern, usually either Barclays Bank or Imperial Tobacco, and who had now volunteered for flying duties. We were to spend the next six months training together in very close association, and then we would all be separated and posted off to various operational squadrons. It is a fact, and I verified it carefully later, that out of those sixteen, no fewer than thirteen were killed in the air within the next two years.
In retrospect, one gasps at the waste of life.
Okay so I have a collection of Dahl books that I've had with a while that Im trying to get through bit by bit. This has been so far the least entertaining. It's his autobiography of his years serving in the second world war for Britain.
Parts are interesting and sometimes even funny but just wasn't what I was expecting when I picked it up I suppose. I do like how he retains that innocent feel to the book which is present in every Dahl book I think.
I liked the book, perfect to be read out loud to you while cooking. Stories (true) are captivating, British stoicism almost unbelievable, putting up with the realities of life a must for the writer.
Very enjoyable if not a bit moving or emotionally explicit.