Al Avery > Quotes

“Then he jerked the throttle open and the Hawk roared and strained on the cab rank.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“The Irishman turned serious for one of the few times since Stan had known him. "Faith, an' I think of them poor devils sometimes," he muttered. "'Tis hard for them with nothing to believe in. Fighting because they're told to fight. Crashing to flaming death because one man orders them to. 'Tis a bad state of affairs this world is in, so help me.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“A few minutes later they were waddling out on the field. The blast of steel propellers sawed through the air as a Spitfire flight warmed up on the cab rank.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“They had checked the Hendee Hawks so many times they could see every detail of the ships if they closed their eyes. O'Malley had come near being recommended”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“I'm a thinkin' you'd best head the Moon Flight in the right direction when the spalpeens come over again.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“Stan headed for home as fast as the P-51 could travel, which topped four hundred miles per hour by a wide margin.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier Over Berlin

“BOOKS ARE WEAPONS IN THE WAR OF IDEAS A WARTIME BOOK THIS COMPLETE EDITION IS PRODUCED IN FULL COMPLIANCE WITH THE GOVERNMENT'S REGULATIONS FOR CONSERVING PAPER AND OTHER ESSENTIAL MATERIALS.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier Over Berlin

“O'Malley looked at the pie counter but shook his head. Five pies in one afternoon might spoil his dinner and he planned to enjoy a real feed.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“What kind of pie, sir?" For a moment O'Malley was struck dumb over his great good luck. This mess had a choice of pie. "Apple," he said hopefully. The corporal set a brown crusted pie on the counter and poised a knife over it. O'Malley reached over and took the knife. He proceeded to cut the pie four ways. "But I say, sir, we don't cut pies that way. It's against regulations, sir." The corporal was plainly flustered. "Indaid?" O'Malley said. "An' could ye put down the whole pie in me chit book?" "Of course, sir, but really if you let me cut it, sir, it wouldn't be ruined and you'll pay for only the portion you eat." "Ah," O'Malley said and slid a quarter of the pie out of the tin and into his big hand. The corporal watched with fascination as the slab disappeared.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“O'Malley sat at a table with a whole pie before him. He sliced it neatly across, then turned it half around and sliced it across again. Allison snorted his contempt while Stan watched, a grin on his face.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier With the R.A.F.

“That would be our luck," Allison answered. "Where are we, anyway?" "We must be near Bengazi." Stan peered down at the coast line.”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier in Italy

“ask a Dutchman to take you to 76 Mamur in Arnhem. Do”
― Al Avery, A Yankee Flier Over Berlin