I managed to read almost the entire book in one sitting, and I hope Owen doesn't mind me repeating what I sent by PM.
From the first page the narrative really grabs you and keeps you interested. The opening chapter, with the details of the fateful Dunkirk mission and loss, is akin to Vigors'
Life's Too Short To Cry opening chapter, detailing his battle with Japanese fighters and how he sustained his injuries. It's a great literary device that grabs the reader.
I just can't get over the large number of aircraft Squadron Leader McGlashan flew, and how involved he was in some of the cutting edge technology of the time. I've been dippng in and out of the
History of the Air Intercept Radar and the British Nightfighter 1935-1959, which is a very technical book (hence the dipping in and out) and it was nice to read about the first-person experiences of some of these experiments. I recently read
Beaufighter Ace about Thomas Pike and I found it a rather dry book, and though that too talked about night flying and fighting, I wasn't as enthralled (or indeed informed) about the actual little details of night flying.
I bet S/L McGlashan had a great sense of humour because that certainly comes through in the book. I was in stitches when he relates the story of the Defiant gunner being knocked out by his rescuer and then breaking his leg whilst drunk. And so many other one-line anecdotes.
As is the case in many memoirs there is of course sadness, and the names of friends who didn't make it bring home the toll taken on such young people.
There are some nice interludes in which Mrs McGlashan gives the reader her experiences/perspectives.
There are a number of incidents or comments that I did note for further investigation. I am particularly interested in his time in Northern Ireland and the possibility of destroying the Irish Air Force in case of them joining the Axis.
It is also interesting to read about the ups and downs of being an airline pilot during the war, and then post-war duty in the RAF. Again, there are some sad incidents, and some very funny anecdotes. My favourite, and I hope Owen doesn't mind me quoting it, is
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As with any any unit immediately following the war, there were a number of highly decorated pilots circulating through the system and these chaps would have quite a handful (of medals) on display. One such squadron leader at Leeming had sewn his array of gallantry awards in a rather haphazard fashion and some of the ribbons were already starting to show signs of wear despite the passage of only a few years. George (Sheddon, the CO) caught a glimpse of this scruffy display and fronted the officer concerned, advising him that, "Willie, your medals are a disgrace!" The officer concerned looked down at the dishevelled, but imposing, collection and replied simply, "Yes Sir, I wasn't very brave."
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So 9.5/10 for the book. Would have been 10/10 but I'm greedy and would have loved even more details
