First Solo Flight 625 Volunteer Gliding School RAF South Cerney 1969 (Revised Version)

First Solo Flight 625 Volunteer Gliding School RAF South Cerney 1969 (Revised Version)
The Slingsby T31 Kirby Cadet Mk III  Image is courtesy of Eaglescott Airfield, Devon, United Kingdom

The Slingsby T31 Kirby Cadet Mk III ~ Image is courtesy of Eaglescott Airfield, Devon, United Kingdom

The Larks sing high this morning,
The grass already warm underfoot.
The Conning Tower gleams white
in the early sun,
I sense mischief in the Instructors
gathered for briefing over mugs of tea.

Tea and maps,
Thermals and weather fronts.
The squadron leader - 'boss' 
his eyes piercing...
blue reflecting the blue above.

I catch a vapour trail heading out
due west
The land of the free and all that.
To us a slightly over-rated phrase
given that we're the land of the free
and all that, too
and have the battle scars, bomb sites,
shells of churches and cathedrals
to prove it!

But that's an age away now.
And I'm due an exchange
and can't wait to get to Berlin
before my eighteenth!
But now a more pressing task.

I'm fearful I'll let my uncles down.
I must go solo today!
But can I do it?

I'm fearful I'll let my uncles down

To Home 1941 from RAF Torquay

Well I don’t think you will be hearing from me more than once or twice a week as we are to go on a very intensive course of study in Maths, navigation most by sound and sight, recognition of 80 different planes, law and administration and hygiene, PT, sport and other subjects all of which we have exams for and in which we must get at least 80%. If we don’t we are OUT

Others seem to fly better than me.
I'm happy with the pen.
But I'm not sure I'm fully grasping
the Principles of Flight
Aircraft Operations
Helicopter and Hovercraft
and Aero Engines …
All those manuals - AC 2, 3, …10 whatever
and all blue - that damned blue again!

I glance across ...
Smithy is winchman today,
Hope he doesn't botch up the signals again
Red means Stop
Yellow means Take Up Slack
Green means All Out

... and we suddenly shoot across the grass,
the wings threshing the long stems,
seeds in the eyes!

Hold it…
Hold it…
Hold it… …

Ease back gently

No - gently - don't jerk!
… a command but not unkind …
Slightly to starboard,
Get that wing tip up on port!

If I don't I'll corkscrew!
Oh god! How did my uncles do this
and with four engines to think of too?!?

Then suddenly, the stick is back in my stomach
balanced between thighs
A Lifting

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Up, up and away

Wow! Oh WOW!

I'm climbing steep.
What will Dad think
when I arrive home with my wings?
Oh god, I do hope I can bring this off!

Images of school chat next week
What? You've gone solo?
You're a glider pilot?
Oooooh! And all the girls
He's only 16 too!
Yeah! Pulling power !! Mega!!!
and that'll put that sod Thomson in his place
Nasty little shit!

Oh no!
The downdraft is countering the ground
I'm going to end up on a high circuit
when the boss said ‘do a low circuit’.

S..t!

Hold her steady
Peer over the side
Winch is taut

...Wait
... ...Wait
... ... ... WAIT
Hand on green nozzle

Hold it
HOLD IT
F..k - this is the highest I've been
and without a bloody instructor!!!!!!

Oh sod it!
Enjoy it!

YAY!!! Ken, Harry, I’ve done it!!!!!!!!!

Hold ... Hold ... ... A N D ... ... ... ...A N N N N N N N DDDD
RELEASE!!!!
Tug on the nozzle
The line falls away

Wow
Flying like a bird
The wind in my hair
You can't beat these string-bag Kirby Mk IVs
Real beauties
Wind in the struts

F..k! F..k!
That wire looks loose
Should have checked
Did check!

It's so peaceful up here
Acoustics perfect
950 feet on the altimeter
Right - ease her into line
'
Straight and Level is what I want'

the instructor always yells in my ear from behind,
but he's not there now
Yet I hear him all the same.

Down circuit
South Cerney Village below - tiny
Bring her round to starboard
Oh boy, this is amazing!!!!!!
Oh yeah - I've got the hang of this, defo!
Bit of left rudder
Watch those elevators
S..t! I'm using the elevators
I only ever normally use the ailerons
Right rudder
Perfect!

Flying down wind to the fifty-acre field
on the A417,
Peer over to starboard,
Work traffic,
No problem!

I'll drop her down to four hundred
that will give me 200 feet
clearance over the road
And I can bring her
neatly down near 'Monty's caravan'
where the boss is
He'll like that!!!

F..k!
What was that?
Bloody birds!
I turn to port over the old bomber hangars
...


an ominous, almost deathly, silence


... ... ... something's wrong
Oh my god !!!
I've turned OUT of wind! 

I've got no engine!
Wind is my engine!
I'm dropping like a stone,
Each quarter turn is fifty feet lost
I've got barely enough to bring her round 
a full 360!

The Fifty-acre field 
now just twenty-five feet below me
on the last quarter turn … …

Keep calm
Keep calm
Keep ..cking calm!
Hold it … 
Hold her steady …
Ease back ... Ease ... ease ...
Zoooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!


 

Cleared the hedgerow
Glancing right
A furniture lorry from nowhere!
Three wan faces –
one looks a bit overweight
Three wide open mouths!!!
Three gaping goldfish!!!


A fuselage and a huge
R A F Roundel
amidships
crossing just yards ahead of them...
Three now dropped-floor jaws.

 

Scraping....whoooosh....
the belly kissing the other hedgerow

Ten feet into the field
Ease back...
No Height,
Grass threshing again,
seeds in face
Fuselage kisses earth …
A Crescendo of Threshing
A mouthful of seeds …
keeping her level,
Groundcrew running over.

 

Don looking stern
What the hell happened you plonker?
You turned out of wind!
You dropped like a bloody stone!

Don!
Why do you always state
the bloody f..kin obvious?! 

Hey - you'd better unstrap
The Boss is coming over


A voice of authority

No!
Stay put...



This is when squadron leaders are god!



What the hell were you doing?
I'm sorry Sir

Well, leave that 'til later
Take her up!

Sorry?

I said ... take her up again.
If you don't, shock will set in
and you'll
never get your wings!

The flash of his RAF Wings,
His silver hair,
His medal ribbons,
A DFC,
Warmth in the eyes

Don't worry lad
Worse things have happened!

My next two flights are great
And that evening there was something
special about sewing the Wings on ...
In my mind I could almost hear
my Uncles from The Other Side


'God!
Trust you to go
and turn out of wind!
But no worry.
We were with you
all the way ;)'
Having quite a laugh too!!



At 69, only now has the thought arrived when I look at the images of their brothers who learned to fly but did not survive the war … What on earth must my parents have wondered? The matter was never discussed, and I knew only too well never to compare myself with my uncles … that would have simply been one step too far.




24 October 2024
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© 2014 Kenneth Thomas Webb

 

Written 26 March 2014



Banner Image ~ Kirby Cadet Mark IV Glider (Slingsby) - The Glider of this type and mark in which the author qualified for his A&B Proficiency Wings in 1969

Images Courtesy of Kenneth Thomas Webb and with all rights reserved to the Photographer
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Identical livery to that flown in 1969

Identical livery to that flown in 1969

Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.