The following are the words for Wednesday
My Story begins.
It was 5AM and Flying Stations again, the fleet would go to Action Stations within the next hour. Already a tedious situation experienced a score or more times with even more expected as I watched the aircraft take off from the A/C Carriers (WHISTLING) down the flight deck as I drank coffee from A (THERMOS) flask.
The Seafires, Hellcats, and Corsairs were usually first in the air, followed by the heavier (FIREFLIES), and Avengers, the last two having had a (CHECKERED) career while taking off from the flight deck and ending up in the briny and lost.
It would be two hours or more before the sons of Nippon would follow our planes back to the fleet dressed in (SOLEMN) attire, their last living moments before they and chunks plus (SLIVERS) of metal and Miscellaneous parts of the crashing aircraft and its occupant would scatter onto the decks of the ships of the fleet.. Vest not forget.