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Flying the Hump Part 11 The drone of the engines cancelled out most of the other background noise, with the exception of the faint calling. The voice was human, but he had trouble figuring out who it was, why it was addressing him, and if it was real. Now he could make it out. It was his name, or at least his nickname. “Trev…Trev…Trev…” Each time the calling got slightly louder and kept a steady rhythm, until a sharp impact jarred him from his sleep before the next repetition could be uttered. This impact finally woke him up. “My compliments to the Captain!” shouted the voice above the drone of the enginesFlying the Hump Part 1
by ~Midshipman-Errington
The PatrolThe PatrolThe Patrol
“You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.”
It was dawn. The pilots slowly awakened from their sleep, what little of it they had last night, and got ready for the day ahead of them. A few shaved, but most just got into their uniforms. Those that were scheduled to go up first that day also got into their flight gear.
After breakfast, the men who were to go on patrol walked into the small briefing room; their helmets in their hands and the goggles and gloves inside the helmet. The
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Thomas Errington 2, Chapter 2Chapter 2Thomas Errington 2, Chapter 2
Charleston, it felt good to be back at home. Tom now knew that Charleston, not England or India was his home. He of course did have family and memories of these places, but there was nothing for him there. Charleston was where his inheritance and his future lied. It was sad to see the Albie laid up and the crew all leaving for their homes, but Tom knew that in peacetime, large Navies could not be afforded and some downsizing had to occur.
“Captain, Johanna…Mrs. Hope and I thank you for taking care of us. I wish there was some way I could repay you.” said Lt. Hope before getting into the carri
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Thomas Errington 2, Chapter 1Midshipman George Pollet had been asleep for almost the entire voyage back from London. He was allowed to by his Captain because the lad was severely depressed and wasn’t feeling well. The poor child had eaten a very special meat pie while in London. After becoming violently ill, he spent most of his time curled up in his hammock, wrapped in his grey cloak. Pollet also spent an hour or less each day above decks where he would lean against the railing and look out at the sea. A direct opposite of Pollet was young Harold Cambridge. The lad spent his days running all over the ship, playing with anyone who wasn’t workThomas Errington 2, Chapter 1
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