![]() ![]() I make light of the British-isms, but there were times, admittedly, that this yank had a bit of a melon-twister trying to interpret her lingo. ![]() ![]() But she comes through without being a numpty, or cocking it up too badly, and does indeed qualify to command the Tornado, Britain's top of the line attack jet, and then she proves her mettle in combat out of Kuwait. It's a gripping read, as Hickson takes us through the various levels of her qualification, and grading, and flight proficiency, and training, all while being under perhaps more scrutiny than her male colleagues. Ms Hickson's fine little book is more than just the dog's nuts, it's a well crafted memoir detailing her perilous rise in aviation to become the first 'fast-jet' pilot in the RAF. It's true what the wag said some time ago: We truly are two people separated by a common language. Here we have a wee spangly book written by a bang up lass piloting her Tornado roundabout old Blighty, while happier than little miss happy. ![]()
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