The Final Flight by James Blatch (books to read in your 30s .TXT) 📗

And yet these men were prepared to roll it out and hope for the best.”

A flash of a conversation on board the Vulcan came back to Rob. “I remember confronting him with the figure Millie had deduced. 8.75. So the real figure was even higher?”

“It would seem so.” MacLeish handed over a copy of the report.

Rob picked it up, it was just a few pages on thin white paper marked Her Majesty's Stationery Office.

“I’ll let you read it in your own time. A censored summary will be released more widely. But I’d draw your attention to the recommendations at the end of that version. A thorough system for examining any reported deficiency or concern, regardless of the rank or position of the person raising it. And a requirement that every project is signed off by every team member, again regardless of rank. We thought about calling it the May Check.” He smiled.

“How about the Milford Agreement?” Rob said.

MacLeish nodded. “That would work.”

Rob opened the first page of the report. It was perfunctory, to say the least. His eyes caught the crew list.

Flt Lt Robert May (Captain) – Seriously injured

Wg Cdr Mark Kilton – Deceased

Mr Ewan Stafford – Deceased

He thought about Kilton, the larger than life character who had steered him and dominated him for so long.

“You know Millie told me he used to be kind,” Rob said.

“Who?”

“Kilton. Back in the war. They worked together at Tangmere. Millie even said he was shy, but always polite and unassuming. Hard to imagine.”

“The war changed many people, Rob.”

“He went on to Malta, then took part in D-Day and the aftermath. I guess there wasn’t much kindness left by the end of that.”

“Are you suggesting he somehow wasn’t responsible for his own actions? That his death on a Welsh hillside in 1966 was just another victim of the war?”

Rob shrugged. “I don’t know. But we’re shaped by our experiences, aren’t we?”

“We are, Robert. We are. And how has this experience shaped you?”

“I’ve made a few vows, that’s for sure. A man in plaster has a lot of time lying on a bed to think.”

Jock studied him for a moment. “Good.”

For the rest of the day, he discussed his duties and Jock gave him an initial plan for getting him back in the air, once the plaster could be removed.

“I can’t wait, boss,” Rob said, as he looked at the programme.

“And I can’t wait to sit alongside you, Rob.”

At the end of the working day, or 3.45PM to be more accurate, the men helped Rob down to the mess bar.

It didn’t take long before he felt decidedly squiffy, having fallen out of practice.

He looked at the clock above the bar, expecting it to be nearly 10PM, only to find it was 6.30PM.

The new TFU boss got up to replenish glasses.

“Just one more for me,” Rob announced to mock jeers.

Red nipped out to the hall and called Mary to pick him up, assuring her they were having just one more.

MacLeish came back with seven tumblers of whisky.

He placed them on the table in front of the six men.

“To absent friends,” Jock whispered in his soft Scottish accent.

It took a moment before Rob noticed the empty chair with a glass of scotch in front of it.

The End.

Afterword

Released under the UK Government’s ‘Thirty-Year Rule’ - would you like to read the official Board of Inquiry summaries for the two Vulcan crashes in this story?

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For my mother and father, who lived the lives that inspired this book.

Coming soon…

The follow-up book to The Final Flight is set three years earlier at Edwards Air Force Base in California, summer 1963.

Young test pilot, Red Brunson, is handed the most prestigious task of his brief career, to pilot a secret hypersonic aircraft capable of releasing a missile into space.

Alongside him is a kid from a Mississippi backwater, who just happens to be a genius pilot-engineer.

But someone on the project has a dark secret and they’re planning to reveal it at the worst possible time.

Red’s on/off girlfriend Sarah is the first to smell trouble. But she uncovers the truth a few minutes too late.

At the the centre of a shocking betrayal, the only redemption open to Red is a daring mission that will surely cost him his life?

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Acknowledgments

HUNTINGDON,

Spring 2021

Novel writing may look like a solitary career, and perhaps for some it is. But The Final Flight felt like a collaborative effort to me. It involved a cast of thousands, in fact, as I shared my writing journey with the author community. The book also benefitted greatly from the specific help of several writing professionals, who skilfully equipped me with the means to produce a coherent story and hopefully, an entertaining read.

Mark Dawson, my business partner and friend, encouraged me to blow the dust off the draft manuscript I wrote back in 2010 as a November novel writing challenge. He gently and not-so-gently encouraged me to complete the project over the next few years. I am grateful for every nudge and occasional kick up the backside.

Jennie Nash was the person who made me confront the essential question of why I needed to tell this story. The answer surprised even me. It was deeply personal, but once identified, the writing process had the focus it needed. Jennie is a hugely experienced book editor based in LA. I am lucky to have had her on my side.

Lizette Clark steered me through the long form version of the book and it was Andrew Lowe, here in the UK, who helped me over the line.

Andrew is another experienced editor I am lucky to have worked with. He helped me turn a wordy and clunky manuscript into a much tighter and focused novel, while keeping those themes I identified with Jennie, central to every chapter.

Finally, on the writing front, my many writing friends