Anecdotal accounts of one man's journey from growing up in New Brunswick to joining the Air Force and becoming a pilot to his time in World War II and stories of the friends he met and the trouble they got themselves into along the way.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The meeting
The meeting – The Commanding Officer of No. 610 Squadron was Squadron Leader Ken ‘Bullfrog’ Holden. His headquarters was situated in an old Nissen hut on the edge of the field. Dix and I met the Adjutant in one part of the little hut and he was quite emphatic, “The Commanding Officer wants to see you two.” We breathed on our buttons, entered the little room, saluted as smartly as we were able, and stood there waiting. Holden’s head rose very slowly from our documents on his table. He peered at us. He queried, “Are you fellows here already?” This discerning answer described this gentleman. Even though he was in dire need of pilots, we deeply respected and never forgot his wise approach.
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