This is a fascinating book and contains the recollections of some of the members of 54 Entry, Royal Air Force College, Cranwell. 34 of them became Flight Cadet Pilots in 1949 and 31 graduated in 1951. Within two years, four of them had died flying in the RAF and a further two were killed on operations later. This was a high peacetime casualty rate but, as usual, it was accepted as part of that way of life.
Using their own words; “We were young in those days. We did deeds and ventured new things. We lived under discipline, had authority and gave orders. We did not think much about getting old.”
By 2005 just 18 had survived and in their recollections they look back on their lives and then talk about a reunion they recently held at Cranwell and the special feelings generated by the Old Cranwellian Association.
Clearly, this book was intended for families and friends, but it has a much wider appeal and makes a serious contribution to the history of the Royal Air Force and our Country over the past 57 years. It reminds some of us who graduated from Cranwell even earlier, of a World that has changed so greatly that many of the places and things we loved have gone forever and will not return.
review in The Pennant, May 2006