Mitch Rapp, James Bond & Jack Reacher

A couple of months ago (for my birthday) I received two “BERKELOUW  Books” gift vouchers from Dopey Daughter and Emma Boo & Luke; and a week or so ago I was browsing through their delightful little bookstore in Mona Vale and espied a boxed set of 6 books by Vince Flynn, aptly named “The Collection”.

I suppose you could call it a “Double Trilogy” pity there’s no such word as “Sexogy” I suppose if there were then the damned Microsoft spell checker would want to start bunging an ‘r’ in there between the ‘g’ and ‘y’.

But then maybe it should be ‘Sexlogy’ which isn’t the easiest thing in the world to say out loud. But back to the gift vouchers and the books; the cost of this “Collection” was the exact amount of one of the vouchers so I considered it fate and bought it.

For those of you not aware of Vince Flynn and his writings I’ll put you into the picture regarding some of his writings. You could say that he’s Americas answer to Ian Fleming in that he has a super hero; one Mitch Rapp.

Now Mitch is not like James Bond in that he doesn’t have an ‘M’ to come up with all his weird and wonderful gadgets. Mitch is like James Bond on steroids. He doesn’t need a licence to kill. He’s an assassin pure and simple; that’s his job working for the CIA. And believe me he’s good at his job.

The pace of these books is fast and furious, flat out nonstop from go to whoa! They probably average around 450 -500 pages each. I’m into the last of the six at the moment so I suppose I’ve averaged a trilogy a week which is not bad going when you consider everything else I do during each day.

It’s only in the last few years that I’ve starting reading books in this genre. They’re light and easy to read and don’t require too much thought, come to think of it they don’t require any; which suits me fine at my time of life.

Speaking of Ian Fleming and James Bond it occurs to me that I’ve never read any of Mr Flemings books. Perhaps I should use the other gift voucher to bring myself up to scratch. Trouble is they would probably appear quite dated. Maybe I should read his works, I’d probably start comparing him to John Le Carré a master storyteller if there ever was one. Real classics!

I suppose an explanation as to what got me onto reading this fare is warranted so I’ll try and keep it a brief as possible but anybody knowing me knows that’s nigh on an impossibility. ;)

Four or five years ago a chum suggested I stop reading all ‘the hard stuff’ and relax and just read something light and easy that didn’t require much thought or intelligence; as I wasn’t getting any younger and I might just as well read something light and easy.Mind you he was in his early 80s and I was only a young buck around 74-75.

Anyway it seems he and a local group of mates swapped their books around and he asked if I’d ever read an of the “Reacher” books. I said “Who?” and he said “Jack Reacher” I said I’d never heard of him and he told me that “Reacher” was a character in books by some bloke by the name of Lee Child and again I said “Who?”. Anyway to cut a long story I went to the Manly library and found they had a couple of books by this Child’s fellow so I took them out and must admit that they were fun to read.

Absolutely ridiculous story lines but light and easy and didn’t require much thought and I kind of became hooked on this genre.

The superhero!

And to digress here for a minute I notice that Hollywood has made a movie about “Reacher”, I think they even called it that; now “Reacher is an ex Major of the USMC stands around 6’5″ weighs in around 250 lbs and has hands the size of hams. And who does Hollywood cast to play the part of this ogre/giant?

You guessed it! Tom Cruise; could anything be more ludicrous?

He stands knee high to a grasshopper. Reminds me of Alan Ladd (now I’m dating myself) who stood around 5’4″ (Cruise may be slightly taller), Ladd starred in a film with Sophia Loren that statuesque Italian beauty; in “Boy on a Dolphin” in one scene Ladd was required to kiss Loren and apparently he stood on a box so that he could look down on Loren and she could look up at him.

So is it any wonder that the moneyed idiots in Hollywood chasing more money cast Cruise in the part of “Reacher”?

To cut that long story a bit shorter; the Manly library only had 2 or 3 “Reacher” books and I asked the librarian for suggestions for books along the same lines and he suggested Vince Flynn and Mitch Rapp so now we’re back pretty much to the starting point of this little rave!   :)

After a couple of weeks of Mitch Rapp I think it’s time I got serious, I’ve now knocked off the six books and it’s been fun. I wonder why Hollywood hasn’t cashed in on Mr Rapp.

Now to be serious for a moment; there are two books that I must read again before I die, the two books that I remember most and had a great bearing on my way of thinking these last 60 or more years.

I know the only way to get copies is to go on line as they are both out of print. The first is “Yankee RN” written in the early 1950′s by Commander Alex H. Cherry RNVR. A brave American who broke the USA Neutrality Act to go join up with the British at the beginning of WWII. His name is engraved on a plaque in the Painted Hall (where Nelsons body  lay after Trafalgar) along with those of a few fellow countrymen, lauded by Winston Churchill.

My brother gave me this book for my 16th birthday I did not put it down until I’d read it through completely.

I literally laughed and I cried all the way through!

The other is “East of Eden” by John Steinbeck, I bought and read this book after seeing the movie starring inter alia James Dean. The movie was great, how Hollywood produced such a triumph is beyond me but in this instance they did: so much so that I went and bought the book. I became devoted to Steinbeck from then on.

In 2008 I had the pleasure of visiting the Steinbeck Museum in Salinas California. I was overwhelmed by his presence and the lump in my throat developed into tears in my eyes and I felt encompassed by him.

Unfortunately the other “BERKELOUW Books” gift vouchers won’t get me these two books but I’m sure I’ll find something in their collection that will grab me.   :)

How’s this? A REAL Hero!

We are forever hearing about so called hero’s, every sportsman or woman is somebody’s hero, anybody who dons a uniform is a hero. The following post is about a real hero.

Like most real hero’s he’s just gone about his life, thankfully someone has persuaded him to tell his story. This is just to whet the appetite; it was sent to me in an e-mail and I’ve just copied it to these pages I hope those of you who read this post share my enjoyment and wonderment at such a man as this…..

Hero who makes Biggles look like a wimp: He’s flown more planes than anyone else in history – and took 2,000 Nazis prisoner single-handed. And now, at 94, he’s telling his breathtaking story

Picture by Mark Richards-Robert Hardman meets the legendary Royal Navy pilot, Eric Brown

Making history: Eric Brown (pictured at home in Copthorne, Sussex) has flown more aircraft than anyone else in history, and was the first man to fly a jet on and off an aircraft carrier

Eric Brown must rank as the most extraordinary airman alive. Indeed, open his memoirs at any page and you are left asking a single question: how on earth did this modest Scotsman live to tell the tale?

But Captain Eric ‘Winkle’ Brown RN is very much alive and in sparkling form as he pours me a glass of sherry at his West Sussex home and reflects on an astonishing life. This is the man who has flown more aircraft than anyone else in history.

He was the first man to fly a jet on and off an aircraft carrier. He has set aviation records that will almost certainly never be broken and is revered as one of the greatest test pilots of all time.

But even if you take out the aerobatics, his story is remarkable. Here is a man who narrowly cheated death in the wreckage of a torpedoed ship, helped to liberate Belsen and took 2,000 enemy prisoners armed only with a pistol.

In the immediate aftermath of the war, Eric had to interrogate a bewildering cross-section of leading Nazis, including Hermann Goering, as well as plane manufacturer Enrst Heinkel and designer Willie Messerchmitt.

What’s more, he then had to test all their aircraft. And all this before turning 30. Little wonder that when he arrived at Buckingham Palace at the grand old age of 28 for the fourth time, to receive the AFC in addition to the DSC, MBE and OBE he had already received, George VI greeted him with the words: ‘Not you again.’

In fact, young Brown would soon be back once more to receive the King’s Commendation for Brave Conduct.

Years later, he would end up as an aide-de-camp to the Queen, who would add a CBE to his collection in 1970.

Pin-sharp at 94, Eric is in constant demand from historians and documentary makers, while his autobiography, Wings On My Sleeve, is a must-read for any self-respecting aviator.

Now he is about to tell all as one of the star speakers at next month’s Daily Mail-sponsored Chalke Valley History Festival.

What’s more, his appearance on the last weekend in June will coincide with the Chalke Valley History Festival Airshow — one of this summer’s most spectacular, featuring replica dogfights from both World Wars. It will certainly bring back memories for Eric, whose flying career was shaped by these conflicts.Picture by Mark Richards-Robert Hardman meets the legendary Royal Navy pilot, Eric Brown

When Brown arrived at Buckingham Palace at the age of 28 for the fourth time, to receive the AFC in addition to the DSC, MBE and OBE he had already received, George VI greeted him with the words: ‘Not you again’

Eric’s father had served in the Royal Flying Corps during the Great War and, along with all former RFC pilots, received an invitation from the newly formed German Luftwaffe to visit the 1936 Olympics.

A promising scholar at Edinburgh’s Royal High School, Eric had recently lost his mother, so his father decided to take the boy to Germany to see the Games.

Among those hosting the RFC delegation was the charismatic Great War ace Ernst Udet, who had become a famous stunt pilot. He took up Eric for a spin — ‘Terrifying stuff’ — and the teenager was hooked.

‘When we landed, Udet gave me the old fighter pilot’s greeting — “Hals und Beinbruch!” [Break your neck and leg] — and told me to learn to fly.’

Eric went on to Edinburgh University, where he studied German and joined the university’s air squadron. During a student trip to Germany, he wrote to Udet, by then a senior Luftwaffe general, who invited Eric into his social circle. The wide-eyed student was introduced to some of the leading lights of the Luftwaffe — including their formidable test pilot and world gliding champion Hanna Reitsch — having no inkling that, within a couple of years, they would be his sworn enemy.image0044 - Copy

Brown was introduced to some of the leading lights of the Luftwaffe – including their formidable test pilot Hanna Reitsch (pictured) – having no inkling that, within a couple of years, they would be his sworn enemy

‘Udet was like a schoolboy who regarded the whole world as a friend,’ says Eric. ‘He had these riotous evenings at his flat in Berlin. One of his party tricks was a shooting game where you had to fire a pistol at a target behind you, using a mirror. It made a mess of the wall, but he was very good at it.

‘I often wondered what the neighbours thought — but I suppose you didn’t complain if your neighbour was a Nazi general.’

In 1939, having recently arrived in Germany on a teaching exchange, Eric received a knock on the door one morning. ‘Our countries are at war,’ said an SS officer, before taking away Eric for interrogation.

Fearing the worst, he was pleasantly surprised to be dumped at the Swiss border, from where he made his way home as fast as possible to sign up with the RAF.

Like all young pilots, Eric was itching to get airborne and was frustrated by the lack of RAF planes and postings. But there were plenty of vacancies for pilots in the Royal Navy following the loss of the aircraft carrier, HMS Courageous, with more than 500 men, in the opening weeks of the war.image0055 - Copy

Eric was transferred to special duties as a test pilot. Among his tasks was working out ways of flying Spitfires, Hurricanes and Mosquitoes on and off ships, vastly improving the clout of the Fleet Air Arm. Pictured is a Hurricane IIB

So Eric transferred to the Fleet Air Arm — where he was nicknamed ‘Winkle’ — and retrained as a naval pilot. Before long he was on HMS Audacity, an aircraft carrier escorting vital convoys between Britain and Gibraltar.

His bravery in his Martlet fighter soon earned him the Distinguished Service Cross.

Then, in December 1941, his ship was torpedoed and sank 450 miles off Cape Finisterre. He was one of the few survivors after floating in the water for several hours.

‘I couldn’t walk for a week, but I was lucky,’ he said. ‘As pilots, we had proper lifejackets.’

Back home, his exceptional flying skills had been spotted and he was transferred to special duties as a test pilot. Among his tasks was working out ways of flying Spitfires, Hurricanes and Mosquitoes on and off ships, vastly improving the clout of the Fleet Air Arm.Picture by Mark Richards-Robert Hardman meets the legendary Royal Navy pilot, Eric Brown

By 1944, Eric had moved to the top secret Aerodynamics Flight based at Farnborough

And when he wasn’t testing the boffins’ latest theories, he was also charged with training a gung-ho band of Canadian Spitfire pilots with whom he saw regular action over France.

By 1944, Eric had moved to the top secret Aerodynamics Flight based at Farnborough.

Winston Churchill needed a solution to the Nazis’ unmanned V1 rocket bombs, which were terrifying the civilian population.

One OF the first had reduced Eric’s home, near Aldershot, to rubble. ‘My wife was injured, our cleaning lady lost an eye and the dogs disappeared, so my interest was personal,’ he says.

Eric helped develop a booster system that could get a fighter alongside a V1 for a short spurt and tip it off-course without colliding.

‘You couldn’t blow it up because you’d fly straight into the debris — but there was a way of nudging its wings using air pressure and not actually touching.’

It led to Eric’s first — and last — bail-out. ‘One day, the engine caught fire and my feet were starting to fry, so it was time to go over the side,’ he says, matter-of-factly.

‘I landed in a pond in a field with this very angry bull in it. Every time I tried to get out of the water, it came at me — and the ambulance and the Home Guard wouldn’t go near it. I shouted at them to get the farmer. I remember him leading it away, saying: “Come on, Ferdinand.”’

As the Allies progressed through Italy and France, Eric became commanding officer of a very exotic unit — Farnborough’s Enemy Aircraft Flight. His task was to capture and evaluate as much Nazi hardware as he could find.

One of the most unappealing was a Messerschmitt 163 — a rocket plane that ran on liquid explosive.

Dozens of German pilots had been killed developing the thing, but Eric still chuckles as he recalls his maiden flight: ‘I soon worked out that the only way to land it without exploding was to run out of fuel first, so you had to get your timings right.’Messerschmitt 163

As commanding officer of Farnborough’s Enemy Aircraft Flight, Eric had to capture Nazi hardware. One of the most unappealing was a Messerschmitt 163 – a rocket plane that ran on liquid explosive (pictured)Irma Grese

Eric has never forgotten the sights he encountered nor the remorselessness of the female commandant he interrogated, Irma Grese. ‘She was the worst human being I ever encountered,’ he says

In 1945, landing at a newly captured airstrip in Germany, he met Allied troops investigating rumours of a concentration camp at Belsen.

Realising that Eric had better German than his interpreter, the brigadier in charge asked him along to assist with translation.

Eric has never forgotten the sights he encountered nor the remorselessness of the female commandant he interrogated, Irma Grese.

‘She was the worst human being I ever encountered,’ he says. She was hanged a few days later.

Soon afterwards, Eric flew in to another air base in Denmark, only to discover the Allies had yet to capture it.

‘I was in this little Avro Anson and there were still 2,000 enemy troops there,’ he says.

‘I thought we were for it as we landed, but the commanding officer came up to me, handed me his sword and surrendered on the spot.’Picture by Mark Richards-Robert Hardman meets the legendary Royal Navy pilot, Eric Brown

‘Only doing the job’: Among his many records is one for the most aircraft carrier landings in history: 2,407. A U.S. naval pilot who tried to beat him got as far as 1,600 before suffering a nervous breakdown

Given his excellent knowledge of German and aeroplanes, Eric interrogated all the enemy top brass. He did not warm to Willie Messerschmitt. ‘We had a bit of a to-do,’ says Eric, with mischievous understatement.

‘I accused him of compromising the integrity of his planes because the wings on some had started falling off. He bridled at that!’

Dr Ernst Heinkel was a ‘funny little man’. Eric’s erstwhile mentor, Udet, had committed suicide in 1941, but one day Winkle found himself in an interview room with Hanna Reitsch, still an unrepentant Hitler worshipper.

‘She was emotional because she had just heard that her father had shot all the women in the family and then himself to spare them from the Russians. So she told me quite a lot.’

He even interviewed Hermann Goering. ‘His uniform was falling off him, but he perked up when I told him he was going to be interviewed by a pilot. He answered all my questions.

‘The first thing I asked was his opinion on the outcome of the Battle of Britain and he said: “A draw.” He said they had not been defeated, but that Hitler had ordered the withdrawal of fighter units to concentrate on Russia.’

After the war, Eric worked with Sir Frank Whittle, the inventor of the jet engine, clocking up numerous life-threatening ‘firsts’ in the field of jet aviation.

Among his unappetising tasks was discovering why certain aircraft would crash at certain speeds, and why planes had a habit of disappearing in storms.

Among his many records is one for the most aircraft carrier landings in history: 2,407. A U.S. naval pilot who tried to beat him got as far as 1,600 before suffering a nervous breakdown.

It is also highly unlikely that anyone will surpass Eric’s world record for flying 487 different types of aeroplane.

A proud grandfather and great-grandfather, he is typical of his generation in insisting that he was ‘only doing the job’.

But Eric Brown did not merely witness history: he made it, too. And it is a great story.

 


Back again!

It’s been a disastrous couple of weeks, my computer crashed completely. My own fault I could see it coming and did nothing to prevent it; I wont go into details needless to say it is back up and running better than ever.

My back up steam driven computer is so slow that if it went any slower it would be going backwards so I only went on board for the absolute essentials and neglected everything else. So enough of the excuses!  :(

Being still under warranty ASUS didn’t mess about they just took out the old hard drive and installed a brand new one. All my important stuff was backed up on an external drive so I lost nothing but rubbish :) .

Just to add a bit of colour and interest to this boring post I thought it would be a good time to attach a couple of photographs and I thought a pic or two of the new granddaughter and her grandfather would lighten up an otherwise dull post.; and just for good measure a new picture of my dog ;) .

My CocoOld &New2Old & NewI don’t know why but these pictures keep sorting themselves into this order. }:-\

 

Dopey Daughter Graduates: Again!

I’ve been reliably informed by the War Office that Sarah has graduated again and we have to attend the graduation ceremony at Sydney University. So time to get out the collar and tie bit for me.

This time it seems she will receive her Masters Degree in Public Health, which is way beyond me but apparently along with her other degrees she is eligible to run a hospital or to teach at University which is all well and good except that we are talking about my ‘Dopey Daughter’ and I can see the pitfalls which lie ahead.

Imagine for example that she was running say the ‘Royal North Shore’ ; situated as the name implies on the Northern Shore of Sydney Harbour,  my phone rings and it’s Dopey and the conversation goes something like this;

‘ Hi  dad it’s me, have you seen the hospital anywhere? I didn’t leave it up there with you when I was there did I?’ ‘No Sarah” says I “have you checked your pockets?”  “Yes ”says she ”and it’s not there”

‘Have you reported it to the police?’ I ask “Yes dad and no ones handed it in what shall I do?’

‘Well perhaps the first thing you should do is notify the staff not to come into work as you’ve lost it and then ring around and stop all the delivery people from delivering whatever delivery people deliver”. “Okay dad thanks!”

Ten minutes later the phone rings again. Triumphantly “Hi dad I’ve found it!” “Good” says I “where was it?” “St Leonards” says she

” That’s where it’s always been” says I ” I know but it wasn’t there when I got home” says she again. “Bye Dopey” says I hanging up. She lives in Glebe on the south side of the harbour!

Perhaps Dopey would be better off with an academic career, at least it wouldn’t be dull for the students, there’d be a least one session of Bollywood Dancing or trapeze swinging to break the monotony of the classroom; or perhaps instructions in camel riding, (I believe she has extensive experience in all these pastimes) and at the end she’d have a load of happy students whether they’d learned anything or not is neither here nor there :)

Anyway on Friday the 10th May off we will trot to the Sydney University to see our daughter Sarah get another well  earned degree. I might even get a few pictures to liven up this post ;)

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Our Granddaughter has arrived!

The Apple of her eye

The Apple of her eye

She is a week late but what matter, she is alive and well our first grand child Ruby Alice born at 9.50 this morning and weighing in at 3.6 kgs (around 8 lbs for the unenlightened).

I shall get to see her tomorrow, today with all the excitement I was required to stay at home at look after the dogs somebody had to and it fell to my lot.

My daughter Emma is now well and no doubt looking forward to the joys of “Mothers Day” in a couple of weeks; Luke, as is befitting a first time father is a wreck.

Granny Smith

Granny Smith

You may be sure that I shall keep you posted on this happy event :)

I made it!

My father died aged 76 and a few months into his 77th year; Sonny, my brother, lived 77 years and 11 months and died in his 78th year. I have now completed my 78th year and moved into my 79th sounds pretty ominous doesn’t it?

My mother died aged 79 years and 10 months in her 80th year; am I to fill in the gap. What a cheerful way to spend the 50th celebration of my 29th birthday :)

It has always been my intention to pass the age my paternal grandparents were when they died. They were both in their 87th year having been born the year Abraham Lincoln died (1865).

I would like to emulate President John Adams feat, he lived 1735 – 1825; by living 1935 – 2025 but I wouldn’t place any bets on it.

And for my birthday cake? I’ve made a ‘Citrus Cream Cake with Pistachio Praline and Whipped my own cream” and Yes! I made it all.