climbed to over 20 thousand feet - much more than twice the height I had ever been
before. It sounded, from within the cockpit, more like being on an electric train than
being in any aircraft which I had flown previously. Fg.Off. Bennett shut down one
engine and did some minor aerobatics before pointing out various useful features
visible on the ground from that height. He re-lit the engine and handed control over
to me. I was too timid for his liking and he told me so. This was the beginning of our
incompatibility. He said I was not decisive enough at the controls and should be
throwing the aircraft about. I thought his judgement unfair on what was my first jet
flight, and told him so after we landed. It was not exactly the best way to start a
flying course.

There was a lot to learn before going solo. Emergency procedures and cockpit drills and checks are essential knowledge before flying any type of aircraft new to a
pilot. I was flying dual on Meteors and had to swot up everything there was to
know about them, and the same for Vampires, because the first solo jet flights for
any of us on the course were to be on these single-seaters.

I had nine dual flights on Meteors, five of which were with Fg.Off. Bennett, the rest were with two other instructors, probably because Fg.Off. Bennett didn't get on
with me. I had no problems with the other instructors. I was checked out, on the last
of these flights, by Flt.Lt. Greenfield as fit for my first solo. I had completed 5 hours
55 minutes. The longest flight was 45 minutes and the shortest just 25 minutes.

I had been trained on tail-wheel aircraft. Now I was flying tricycle
undercarriage types, and found them much easier to taxi and land.

I had sat in a Vampire cockpit many times already so as to familiarise myself with the location of all controls and equipment which would be of use to me in flight.
I rehearsed the drills and procedures until I could recite them parrot-fashion.
However, there's nothing quite like sitting in your first single-seat jet aircraft
knowing that you are actually going to start it up, taxi it, fly it, land it, return to
dispersal, and shut it down - all on your own. On April 13th, 1953, I did just that.


A
Vampire FB5. This aircraft was originally used by De Havilland when compiling the
Pilots' Notes.

Although I never flew it at Merryfield, I flew it later at both Pembrey and Jever.

Engine start-up in a Vampire could be tricky until you got the hang of it. The fuel cocks had to be set just right and the start-up sequence demanded accurate
timing; it was not automatic. I fluffed my first engine start. I got jet pipe resonance
which indicated a wet start and at once shut down. The ground crew came over and
climbed onto the tail to weigh it down, tipping the rear downwards so as to drain
out the unburned fuel from the jet pipe. An instructor came across and the only
thing he said to me was that a wet start was more dignified than a wet fart, and left
me to try again. Knowing the probable state of students' stomachs when about to
fly a first solo on a single-seat aircraft for the first time in their lives, this was neither
as vulgar nor as irrelevant as it might seem, and especially in view of our having
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