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One of the few responsibilities that are attached to my membership of the South Australian Aviation Museum (SAAM) is an “obligation” to help out on the front desk about once a quarter. Behind the scenes I say “obligation” in quotes because it is hardly a chore. Desk duty involves setting up,...
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As the western world heaved itself up from the trauma of World War II, the future must have seemed as bright as a new-polished silver cup. True, nearly anything would be brighter than the six years of horror and heartbreak that had come before, but the world at large was far richer for the...
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Click here for previous chapters My memories of my Ohka flight ended there. However, I was told that after that the K-1 crashed it ended up inverted. At the far end of the field was a construction unit and it was their mound of gravel I’d plowed through. Naturally, the gravel slowed me, but...
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Click here for previous chapters Eventually I got the Ohka under control, the altimeter settled down and I was able to turn my attention to the ground. But where was the field? After searching frantically I picked out the Toné River. I knew the field was quite a way to the left of it. But...