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Keywords: autobiography biography 1956 1950s aviation dc4-m dc4m airliner argonaut postcard ephemera This card was in the seat pocket. It was very noisy inside, but very comfortable. Big comfy seats and fresh-cooked food in a real galley. Every journey was an adventure because we didn't fly very high and made several landings and takeoffs along the way. The captain even did a circuit around Mont Blanc for us! I was particularly thrilled that we had a Vampire jet escort, one just off each wing, when we flew over Cyprus before landing at Amman, Jordan. This was because one of the passengers was Crown Prince Hussein of Jordan, sitting among us just like a regular passenger and letting us "unaccompanied minors" clamber about around and on him. He was going home from his Officer School at Sandhurst. At Amman, he got off first of course, to the reception party of an honour guard and military band. Then the rest of us got off to sit around, play about and slurp lemonade before getting aboard to continue on the next stop on our journey. It was to Damascus. And then to Baghdad and then Bahrain. Where my parents were waiting. This card was in the seat pocket. It was very noisy inside, but very comfortable. Big comfy seats and fresh-cooked food in a real galley. Every journey was an adventure because we didn't fly very high and made several landings and takeoffs along the way. The captain even did a circuit around Mont Blanc for us! I was particularly thrilled that we had a Vampire jet escort, one just off each wing, when we flew over Cyprus before landing at Amman, Jordan. This was because one of the passengers was Crown Prince Hussein of Jordan, sitting among us just like a regular passenger and letting us "unaccompanied minors" clamber about around and on him. He was going home from his Officer School at Sandhurst. At Amman, he got off first of course, to the reception party of an honour guard and military band. Then the rest of us got off to sit around, play about and slurp lemonade before getting aboard to continue on the next stop on our journey. It was to Damascus. And then to Baghdad and then Bahrain. Where my parents were waiting.
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