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(单词翻译:双击或拖选)
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As that controversy1 continued to spread, I shipped off to RAF Barkston Heath. Strange time tobegin flight training, to begin any kind of training. My congenitally weak powers of concentrationwere never weaker. But maybe, I told myself, it’s also the best time. I wanted to hide fromhumanity, flee the planet, and since a rocket wasn’t available, maybe an aeroplane would do.
Before I could climb into any aircraft, however, the Army would need to make sure I had theright stuff. For several weeks they poked2 my body, probed my mind.
Drug-free, they concluded. They seemed surprised.
Also, videos to the contrary notwithstanding, not a total thicko.
So…proceed.
My first aircraft would be a Firefly, they said. Bright yellow, fixed3 wing, single prop4.
Simple machine, according to my first flight instructor5, Sergeant6 Major Booley.
I got in and thought: Really? Didn’t look simple to me.
I turned to Booley, studied him. He wasn’t simple either. Short, solid, tough, he’d fought inIraq and the Balkans and should’ve been a hard case, given all he’d seen and been through, but infact he seemed to suffer no ill-effects from his tours of combat. On the contrary, he was allgentleness.
He needed to be. With so much on my mind, I entered our sessions wildly distracted, and itshowed. I kept expecting Booley to lose patience, to begin shouting at me, but he never did. Infact, after one session, he invited me for a motorbike ride in the country. Let’s go and clear ourheads, Lieutenant7 Wales.
It worked. Like a charm. And the motorbike, a gorgeous Triumph 675, was a timely reminderof what I was after in these flight lessons. Speed and power.
And freedom.
Then we discovered we weren’t free: the press had followed us the whole way and papped usoutside Booley’s house.
After a period of acclimatizing to the Firefly’s cockpit, becoming familiar with the controlpanel, we finally took her up. On one of our first flights together, with no warning, Booley threwthe aircraft into a stall. I felt the left wing dip, a sickening feeling of disorder8, of entropy, and then,after several seconds that felt like decades, he recovered the aircraft and leveled the wings.
I stared at him. What in the absolute—?
Was this an aborted9 suicide attempt?
No, he said gently. This was the next stage in my training. Countless10 things can go wrong inthe air, he explained, and he needed to show me what to do—but also how to do it.
Stay. Cool.
Our next flight, he pulled the same stunt11. But this time he didn’t recover the aircraft. As wewent spinning and pirouetting towards Earth he said: It’s time.
For what?
For YOU to…DO IT.
He looked at the controls. I grabbed them, stuck the boot in, regained12 the aircraft in what feltlike the nick of time.
I looked at Booley, waited for congratulations.
Nothing. Barely any reaction at all.
Over time Booley would do this again and again, cut the power, put us into freefall. As thecreaking metal and roaring white noise of the stilled engine became deafening13 he’d turn calmly tohis left: It’s time.
Time?
You have control.
I have control.
After I restored the power, after we returned to base safely, there was never any fanfare14. Noteven much chatter15. No medals in Booley’s cockpit for simply doing your job.
At last, one clear morning, after a routine handful of circuits over the airfield16, we landed softlyand Booley jumped out as if the Firefly were on fire.
What’s the matter?
It’s time, Lieutenant Wales.
Time?
For you to solo.
Oh. OK.
Up I went. (After first making sure my parachute was strapped17 on.) I did one or two circuitsround the airfield, talking to myself all the while: Full power. Keep the wheel on the white line.
Pull up… slowly! Dip the nose. Don’t stall! Turn in the climb. Level off. OK, now you’redownwind. Radio the tower. Check your ground markers.
Pre-landing checks.
Reduce power!
Start to descend18 in the turn.
There you go, steady now.
Roll out there, line up, line it up.
Three-degree flight path, get the nose on the piano keys.
Point the aircraft where you want it to land…I made an uneventful one-bounce landing and taxied off the runway. To the average person itwould’ve looked like the most mundane20 flight in the history of aviation. To me it was one of themost wonderful moments of my life.
Was I a pilot now? Hardly. But I was on my way.
I jumped out, marched up to Booley. My God, I wanted to high-five him, take him out fordrinks, but it was out of the question.
The one thing I absolutely didn’t want to do was say goodbye to him, but that was whatneeded to happen next. Now that I’d soloed, I needed to embark21 on the next phase of my training.
As Booley was so fond of saying, it was time.
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n.争论,辩论,争吵 | |
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v.伸出( poke的过去式和过去分词 );戳出;拨弄;与(某人)性交 | |
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8 disorder | |
n.紊乱,混乱;骚动,骚乱;疾病,失调 | |
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adj.流产的,失败的v.(使)流产( abort的过去式和过去分词 );(使)(某事物)中止;(因故障等而)(使)(飞机、宇宙飞船、导弹等)中断飞行;(使)(飞行任务等)中途失败 | |
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vi./n.喋喋不休;短促尖叫;(牙齿)打战 | |
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16 airfield | |
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18 descend | |
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20 mundane | |
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