Copyright © Alexander G Markle 1995
25/01/2000
As one of the famed "flying Harassers," I am especially pleased to share the latest of my Wartime Memoirs with you, this complimenting Nippo's "Through the Eyes of the Harasser."
Alex
Foreward
It was always "Dear Roses"
Why the plural for my beloved? We'll never know. Possibly the enthusiastic outburst of a young neice or nephew, stirred by her beauty, like a lovely "bouquet".
And so, over the years, the sweet sobriquet did "stick" and thence with wartime acquired a poignant tenderness for this ardent airman, her long-time hubby to be.
A second wartime Memoir to succeed " Memoirs of a Fighter Pilot" (1989) was really never in the "works". But then, with the love of my life in "intensive' care, eventually there was a Victorian houase to evacuate. On a Fall afternoon in 1994, while "rooting about" in a darkened crawlspace, a battered shoe-box wrapped with blue ribbon miraculously surfaced.
A "treasure trove", filled with dusty WWII "bon muts," official Air Force communiques. Papal POW "prognostications," four years of reflections and observations hurried home from near and distant aerial "theatres."
Bless her heart, and unbeknown, she'd "saved" them all.
Alex
It was always "Dear Roses"
Why the plural for my beloved? We'll never know. Possibly the enthusiastic outburst of a young neice or nephew, stirred by her beauty, like a lovely "bouquet".
And so, over the years, the sweet sobriquet did "stick" and thence with wartime acquired a poignant tenderness for this ardent airman, her long-time hubby to be.
A second wartime Memoir to succeed " Memoirs of a Fighter Pilot" (1989) was really never in the "works". But then, with the love of my life in "intensive' care, eventually there was a Victorian houase to evacuate. On a Fall afternoon in 1994, while "rooting about" in a darkened crawlspace, a battered shoe-box wrapped with blue ribbon miraculously surfaced.
A "treasure trove", filled with dusty WWII "bon muts," official Air Force communiques. Papal POW "prognostications," four years of reflections and observations hurried home from near and distant aerial "theatres."
Bless her heart, and unbeknown, she'd "saved" them all.
Alex
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Foreward
It was always "Dear Roses"
Why the plural for my beloved? We'll never know. Possibly the enthusiastic outburst of a young neice or nephew, stirred by her beauty, like a lovely "bouquet".
And so, over the years, the sweet sobriquet did "stick" and thence with wartime acquired a poignant tenderness for this ardent airman, her long-time hubby to be.
A second wartime Memoir to succeed " Memoirs of a Fighter Pilot" (1989) was really never in the "works". But then, with the love of my life in "intensive' care, eventually there was a Victorian houase to evacuate. On a Fall afternoon in 1994, while "rooting about" in a darkened crawlspace, a battered shoe-box wrapped with blue ribbon miraculously surfaced.
A "treasure trove", filled with dusty WWII "bon muts," official Air Force communiques. Papal POW "prognostications," four years of reflections and observations hurried home from near and distant aerial "theatres."
Bless her heart, and unbeknown, she'd "saved" them all.
Alex
It was always "Dear Roses"
Why the plural for my beloved? We'll never know. Possibly the enthusiastic outburst of a young neice or nephew, stirred by her beauty, like a lovely "bouquet".
And so, over the years, the sweet sobriquet did "stick" and thence with wartime acquired a poignant tenderness for this ardent airman, her long-time hubby to be.
A second wartime Memoir to succeed " Memoirs of a Fighter Pilot" (1989) was really never in the "works". But then, with the love of my life in "intensive' care, eventually there was a Victorian houase to evacuate. On a Fall afternoon in 1994, while "rooting about" in a darkened crawlspace, a battered shoe-box wrapped with blue ribbon miraculously surfaced.
A "treasure trove", filled with dusty WWII "bon muts," official Air Force communiques. Papal POW "prognostications," four years of reflections and observations hurried home from near and distant aerial "theatres."
Bless her heart, and unbeknown, she'd "saved" them all.
Alex
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