Dat Goddam Bird de Link

For two, t’ree mon’ brudder Pierre,
Take couse on Link to fly de h’air
She’s hareyplane of special make
On first solo, your nerve she shake
You take beem off wit’ nose to sky;
Bu dat Goddam t’ing, to floor she’s tie.
Wit’ needle, ball and h’airspeed dial
You fly like Hell for two, three mile.

Wit’ system Pierre call ``One, two, t’ree’’
Dat Link she fly like Hay, Bee, See.
Go right, go left. It’s h’all de same,
Dat needle, she’s like bear to tame.
But Pierre, he’s tell me once on leave,
He’s boss, call Slim, get plenty peeve
When h’airspeed, height above the ground
She won’t stay put; she’s h’up an’ down.

Dat Link, she’s funny bird to see,
Got wings and tail, so Pierre tell me.
When I ask him why he’s not fly home,
Dat Link she nail’ to floor of stone.
I visit one on Trenton place
D’ose Links line up for like de race,
But w’en dey give wot’s call’ ``de gun’’
Dey’s back to where she’s started from.

Pierre comes from H’easter H’eggs,
Starts talking ``Beams, and Cones, and Legs,
Dat’s radio noise on Link he’s ride,
Pietter says eyes, he’s go so cross’ one day,
When under hood Pierre must hide,
Wit’ phone on ear and eye on board,
Hear noise from Hell and voice from Lord,
He’s turn to lef’ an’ do odder way.

Pierre he’s change’, his modder t’ink,
Since he’s been riding on dat Link.
He’s appetite now, on week-end trips
She has shrunk down to leedle bits,
But two week more she mus’ pass by
An’ now no more in Links he’s fly.
To fly dat Link from a Goddam table.

Flying Officer C.W. McLeod – arrived at No. Initial Training School, Regina on posting from No. 1 S.F.T.S., Camp Borden, in September, 1940. While here he wrote the above poem during his tenure as member of the Link Staff.

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Training -- The Link Trainer Part II

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Hark to the story of Christopher Spink,
A young Sergeant Pilot (from Sydney, we think)
Who never from danger nor hazard did shrink,
But suffered from one most unfortunate kink.

He just wouldn't practise I.F. in the Link
One day, while returning to base o'er the drink,
The weather clamped down with a sky black as ink
And twenty-tenths cloud showing never a chink.

What happened that day caused a terrible stink;
For Christopher's flying just went on the blink,
And the capers he cut would make anyone think
That he'd rammed in his finger right up to the brink.

To cut short our story and save H.M.’s ink,
Our unhappy Chris finished up in the drink,
The poor duty pilot; in fear that he'd sink
Until he was rescued, slept never a wink.

At the Court of Enquiry the Acting Chief Gink
Examined C.'s Log Book for times in the Link
When he found sweet (nothing) he raised such a stink
That C. was court-martialled and landed in clink.

With practically nothing to do there but think.
But he thought to some purpqse and ironed out his kink
And now Flying Officer Christo'pher Spink,
(D.P.C. and two bars) most popular gink
Makes a habit of standing prong pilots a drink
And to aid their refreshment he tips them the wink
That the way to keep out of the drink and the clink
Is by taking small regular doses of Link.

Another fine example of Pilot Poetry, location and authour unknow but probably Australian and Canada. 

Acting Leading Airmen, shortened to A/LA which corresponds to Airforce's UAC, wearing a white band, in their round navy hats and an anchor on their sleeve, come directly to the school after finishing their primary training in England. Courses are split into port and starboard watches in place of flights. In charge of Naval subjects is Commander (A) C.N.P. Stringer O.B.E, D.F.C, whose Army, civilian aviation, RAF and Fleet Air Arm experience make him an able Chief Ground Instructor and Senior Naval Officer. Since all graduates will serve with the Royal Navy, they must fly as well as an RAF pilot, must also master torpedo and and low level bombing, short landings, ship recognition, aircraft carrier signals and general naval subjects.

 Many of the student pilots are already commissioned men who have seen action on board aircraft carriers and other Royal Navy warships. The others joined as ordinary seamen in England. As each class graduates they join the alumni of 31 S.F.T.S. which has in two years produced one D.S.O. and thirteen D.F.Cs. They will be part of the "silent service" that guards convoys, harasses enemy shipping, which has already worked with the navy in landing operations and may well play a vital part when Europe is invaded from the west.


(From ITS NEWS, No 2 Initial Training School, Regina, Saskatchewan, July 1942)

The Link Trainers, those fabulous machines approached with trepidation by some and with confidence by others, and the Link Instructors, come under two categories on this station.

The Visual Link Unit, headed by F/Lt H.E. Cooper, is the one best known by aircrew trainees, since this is the section in which they take their Link periods. Contrary to a fairly widespread opinion, the Visual Link is not an apparatus to teach flying. It is an evaluator; that is, it assists the instructional staff of I.T.S. to discover the strengths and weaknesses of the trainees with respect to their aircrew potentialities. The weeding-out, which is aided by on the link, increases the efficiency of the training scheme in that it removes men from a category to which they are not suited by temperament or capability, and makes them available for other training to which their particular ability is suited.

The staff of the Visual Link Unit are: F/0 A. C. Atkey, M.C; F/0 W.O. White, F/0 W.N. Miller, F/0 N.L. Head, F/0 S.A. Hustwitt and F/0 A. C. West. 

The Instrument Link is used for more advanced training and does not come within the scope of the aircrew trainee's course at I.T.S. In this instrument a pilot is under a hood and flies on instruments alone. However, the whole Link section on this station wilt be more fully described in a later issue.

Personnel of the Instrument Link Unit is as follows: F/Lt A.C. Champ, Chief Instrument Link Instructor; F/0 N.C. Boyles, F/0 F. Green, F/0 H. Teskey and F/0 G.F. Mack.

(From The Standard Photonews, October23, 1943) by JOHN KELLY

IT'S JUST A STONE'S THROW TO LAKE ONTARIO but hundreds of blue-clad future Fleet Air Arm pilots now training in Canada seldom see it except from the air. Below them, as they roar out over the lake on training flights lies Kingston's 31 Service Flying Training School, an RAF station that is unique. Here Royal Air Force personnel headed by Group Capt. Le Poer trench train Royal Navy men to fly.