And in that narrow cockpit I wept, as I shall never weep again, when I felt the concrete brush against his wheels and, with a great sweep of the wrist, dropped him on the ground like a cut flower. As… — Pierre Clostermann Copy Share Image
I had that morning gone to say my farewells to Broadhurst and to the RAF. I had made a point of going to HQ… — Pierre Clostermann Copy Share Image
And in that narrow cockpit I wept, as I shall never weep again, when I felt the concrete brush against his wheels and, with… — Pierre Clostermann Copy Share Image
