Neither had he neglected his ambitions to fly during his convalescence. He had applied and been accepted for training as an observer in the Royal Flying Corps. Of course, he had had hopes of volunteering as a trainee pilot but had been persuaded that his chances of a successful transfer from the infantry would be greatly increased if he undertook a spell as an observer first and foremost. They had only just relaxed the rule that pilots had to be qualified before they applied. Phillip had heard of some officers taking private lessons to get their ‘ticket’ while awaiting posting or even when home on leave.
Thus, at the beginning of February, he had been passed fit by his final Medical Board and was sent to
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cruising gay men wanted to be airborne. There he was, a member of the Army’s newest arm, and he had never been so much as an inch off the ground. Still, he willed himself to take in every pearl of wisdom the instructors tossed his way.
To his fellow students he appeared aloof at first. He could not bring himself to join in with the wild games after dinner in the Officers’ Mess. The high spirits of the others eluded him. More than once he was taken aside by one of the staff and told not to be so serious, to relax a bit. He could not. He was haunted by the idea of failure, of having to return to the trenches. After a while the students accepted him as simply being reserved. Some put it down to the
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Everything changed with his first flight. Even though the AIRCO De Havilland 1A was obsolete and took over eleven minutes to climb to just 3500 feet
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