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I came across this random book while reading about WWII: Bawdy Ballads and Dirty Ditties of the War Time RAF . It's basically a bunch of raunchy songs that the RAF pilots sang together in pubs when they weren't on missions. Nearly 46% of RAF pilots died during the war--blown out of the sky, smashed into the ground, ejected never to be found. You'd think with a bleak situation like that they'd all be sitting in constant silence staring into their pints. Not so though--they sang dirty songs, told dirty jokes, and gave each other a hard time about their girls back home. They probably lived more than most people these days in what little life they had. They had a joy and brotherhood few ever experience.
Obviously being involved with AF is a little more laid back and we're not on fire falling out of the sky (most of the time). It's still tough though--people hate us, work against us, try to ruin our lives, spread lies about us, make fun of us. NHB was our RAF pub. It was our space where we could laugh and give each other a hard time, sing our own songs if you will. Our space for us and fuck everyone else. It's these sorts of things that turn friends into brothers.
Mr. Rogers made 895 episodes, and when PBS asked him to make more he told them "I've made what I set out to make." That's pretty wise. Think about all the bullshit terrible reboots, remasters, modern takes, whatever on games and movies and books you loved. Putting something into the world and letting it go is the way it should be. Nobody would like NHB if Paul and Dalton were miserable trying to keep it going just because they felt obligated.
It's too bad that Paul and Dalton are dying and will soon die real physical and permanent deaths, but for the brief lives they lived they gave us a joy and brotherhood few ever experience. I'll always be an NHB baby.
Obviously being involved with AF is a little more laid back and we're not on fire falling out of the sky (most of the time). It's still tough though--people hate us, work against us, try to ruin our lives, spread lies about us, make fun of us. NHB was our RAF pub. It was our space where we could laugh and give each other a hard time, sing our own songs if you will. Our space for us and fuck everyone else. It's these sorts of things that turn friends into brothers.
Mr. Rogers made 895 episodes, and when PBS asked him to make more he told them "I've made what I set out to make." That's pretty wise. Think about all the bullshit terrible reboots, remasters, modern takes, whatever on games and movies and books you loved. Putting something into the world and letting it go is the way it should be. Nobody would like NHB if Paul and Dalton were miserable trying to keep it going just because they felt obligated.
It's too bad that Paul and Dalton are dying and will soon die real physical and permanent deaths, but for the brief lives they lived they gave us a joy and brotherhood few ever experience. I'll always be an NHB baby.