"WHAT DO YOU MEAN RESERVES!?"
Michael was furious at the recruitment officer, who was visibly shocked.
"look, erm, sir. The government says-" he was cut off by Michael slamming his desk.
"I don't care what your government says you stupid limey prick! Either you put me in a damn fighting unit, or you will have a very, very disgruntled pole. Besides I'm already trained."
"not with our planes. Congrats. You are ordered to report to the training center tomorrow"
The officer nervously handed Michael the form. Michael stormed out of the building and headed for the training center. He wanted to get there early.
Much later....
"Michael Zilorski, reporting." he saluted the commander at the center.
"the recruitment office already told me about you, Michael. Captain Richard regart.
He shook his hand. " we need more men like yourself"
3 months passed, Michael Zilorski was oddly allowed to keep his rank for the time being.
He impressed the trainees at the academy when he went up. Some of them were further impressed by his so called "cobra" move. Where he would kill the throttle quickly point his nose up. This would cut his airspeed drasticly, almost most putting him in a stall.
By late febuary 1940. He graduated at the top of his class.
He was sent to a hurricane squadron, the 66th squadron. Led by James hudson.
When he arrived he was less then impressed.
"so this is the pole that we've been hearing about" one of them said
Michael could only smile.....
Michael was furious at the recruitment officer, who was visibly shocked.
"look, erm, sir. The government says-" he was cut off by Michael slamming his desk.
"I don't care what your government says you stupid limey prick! Either you put me in a damn fighting unit, or you will have a very, very disgruntled pole. Besides I'm already trained."
"not with our planes. Congrats. You are ordered to report to the training center tomorrow"
The officer nervously handed Michael the form. Michael stormed out of the building and headed for the training center. He wanted to get there early.
Much later....
"Michael Zilorski, reporting." he saluted the commander at the center.
"the recruitment office already told me about you, Michael. Captain Richard regart.
He shook his hand. " we need more men like yourself"
3 months passed, Michael Zilorski was oddly allowed to keep his rank for the time being.
He impressed the trainees at the academy when he went up. Some of them were further impressed by his so called "cobra" move. Where he would kill the throttle quickly point his nose up. This would cut his airspeed drasticly, almost most putting him in a stall.
By late febuary 1940. He graduated at the top of his class.
He was sent to a hurricane squadron, the 66th squadron. Led by James hudson.
When he arrived he was less then impressed.
"so this is the pole that we've been hearing about" one of them said
Michael could only smile.....
Done. Short I know but I'm short on time.
