Thursday 11 November 2010

At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month...

Sgt John Arthur Edington RAF, (Observer/Navigator) - Supply dropping (including mules) from Dakotas to the Chindits in Burma during WW2

Flt Lt J A Edington, RAF (Navigator/Bomb Aimer) - 101 Sqn RAF Finningley in the 1960s - Part of the 'V' Force nuclear deterrent, equipped with Avro Vulcans armed with the Blue Steel stand off weapon. (Dad - 5th  from leff 3rd row eventually finished his long and distinguished flying career as a Blue Steel Instructor at BCBS* RAF Lindholme)

 *Bomber Command Bombing School - or affectionately known as Billy Cotton's Band Show


"A Chip off the Old Block"
Senoir Under Ofiicer  D J Edington, RAF - Officer Cadet at The Royal Air Force College, Cranwell (Sword of Honour Winner, 1970)



And when will our egocentrical politicians learn the futility of following like sheep with little other objective than vested interest, and start spending the vast billions more wisely. I'd like the money spent on saving lives.


RIP brave warrriors!


David




PS David Gates wrote this for his father and just how apt it is for me is beyond words

5 comments:

  1. Amazing and so true! Thank-you David for you words.

    Much Love and peace big fella,

    T xx

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  2. Hi Tony

    Backatcha big guy, hope all goes well with you (I'll get back and check the forums now, to catch up with you, Crystal and Carole et al) - sorry I've been AWOL so long but Virgin Media have recently been messing me about royally with very poor broadband service and lack of intenet connectivity. Trouble is the ISPs are all as bad as each other so no point switching after having been a loyal but highly pissed off customer for about ten years now. (Unless of course someone knows differently??????)

    Cheers, love and lightt all

    David

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  3. Hi David
    The photo of the Vulcan Bomber brings back many happy memories of the 80s when I was fortunate enough on many occasions to visit the flight simulator at RAF Waddington, where ‘I had control’ in the left hand seat and the enormous thrill of taking off, doing a few circuits or ‘landing’ in Hong Kong, or trying the tricky manoeuvre of in-flight refuelling from the Victor.
    Your photo is absolutely stunning and what an enormous privilege to be awarded the Sword of Honour. You must have been an outstanding student to achieve that, so many congratulations. Lovely photos all of them.
    Love and Hugs
    Crystal

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  4. Hi David
    Really enjoyed looking at the photos. They're brill. My uncle George (who died a couple of years ago) was a young spitfire pilot and did stints in Burma etc. He died in his 80's, but those years as a pilot were the most memorable in his whole life.
    He was the oldest of 6 boys - my dad was the youngest - and dad tells the story of when George came home from war - his 'BIG brave hero brother.' Dad was only 5 years old and hadn't ever seen him before. He remembers thinking 'Eeh - isn't he little?' when he finally met him. In his mind, he was a giant warrior! But then he wouldn't have squeezed into the cockpit I suppose! Ha!
    Lovely memories
    xxx

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  5. Thank you for the lovely comments and reminiscences ladies. Dad was stationed at Waddington and Scampton also and I was initially disappointed to get my first posting to Scampton when I graduated from Cranwell. Talk about 'join the Air force and see Lincolnshire', but the post of 'Mobility' Officer with 617(Dambusters)and 27 Squadron more than compensated for it. I even had my own little airline in the form of 1066 Sqn equipped with Hastings aircraft captained by the vastly experienced Sqn Ldr 'Jumbo' Jackson who doubled as the pilot of the Lancaster flying with the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight. Happy days that I know my dear friend and mucker Ian Crouch will remember with affection as he took over from me in the role of Supply 7(Mobility Supply Flight). I can just imagine Crystal gracing the Officers' Mess in her hot pants outfit that were all the rage at that time! (I remember my then new wife Valerie, turning up to one Mess function in an identical sexy, blue and gold hot pants suit being sported by another of my fellow officer's girlfriends - oops! Fortunately at 5'9" she won the prize for the longest legs) :o)

    Those steely fighter pilots were just something else weren't they Shents

    David
    xx

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