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The Bristol Fighter had some beef behind it. From Uxbridge I passed out and was posted to the fighter training squadron at Crail, Scotland.

I did about thirty hours flying; half of it solo. By the end I could do quite a few tricks, looping the loop, roll spins and all the rest of it. I had a good instructor, Captain Dean. These instructors were all pilots from France. They got the wind up and had been sent home. Couldn’t take any more of it. He was a real ‘B,’ this Captain Dean. He used to swear and curse at you. He’d been shot down in No Man’s Land and had been rescued. If you did anything silly he’d shout. “What the hell are you doing, you’ll kill your bloody self!” All of this & more in a 25,000 word verbatim memoir from interviews conducted with Jack Wilson MM in his 97th year.

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Lots more on Hudson Fysh here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hudson_Fysh. Plus yay for distant relatives of mine (well, my husband's) showing up in the Commons!

The plane in the foreground appears to be a Bristol F.2B Fighter, recognizeable by the unusual gap between the fuselage and the bottom wing. I wish these photos were available in a larger size. Are the originals this small ? Or did someone reduce their size before uploading to Flickr ? .

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for another photo presumably on the same visit. Queen Mary is wearing the same dress and hat.

Hi, I'm an admin for a group called Goggles, and we'd love to have this added to the group!

Good photo.

Wow what an amazing piece of history. Love the shot :)

My late grandfather Jack Wilson MM trained with the RFC/RAF as a fighter pilot in 1918. He trained in Avros & Bristol Fighters, Crail, Scotland. I went solo after fifteen hours. This morning I’d been up and down a few times before breakfast with Captain Dean. He climbs out of the pilot’s seat and turns to me. You’re off on your own. He talked to me like a father. Twenty minutes to half an hour.He said. I’ll wait for you here and then we’ll go and get some breakfast. So I went up and flew around a bit. All of this & more in a 25,000 word verbatim memoir from interviews conducted with Jack Wilson MM in his 97th year.