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It's not a joystick! August 1918 From there I went to Bristol School of Military Aeronautics, Clifton College, Bristol I sent a postcard home marking my room; have you seen that? The R.F.C. took over the entire University and Clifton College. We learnt about engines, aeroplane construction, aerial photography, cameras the lot. We used to go down onto the university rugby field and practice swinging the engine on the aeroplanes. “Switches off ... petrol on ... suck in, sir!” And he’d start pulling the propeller around to suck the petrol in. It was just a slide arrangement. “Contact, sir!” He’d step back and off it goes. You’d rev it up and warm the engine. “Everything, ok, Sir?” And you’d wave your hand and the Flight Sergeant pulled out the chocks from under the wheels. You had this stick like affair between your knees to control the plane which I called a ‘joystick’ in front of the instructor. I got told off for that. “It’s not a joystick.” He said. “It’s a control stick!”
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