I started this book back in or I was also lucky enough to meet Lee C at one of the Surrey Gatherings. I would like to thank them and the others who participated in the group for reading my stuff a time or two and helping me along the way. Also the name Stephanie Lee from Chicago comes to mind. She added a touch to the character Gillian MacKenzie. Another person who added significantly to my book was Sylvia from Scotland who helped with the Scots dialect.
Although my Father was from Scotland and had the brogue, it never rubbed off on me so thanks to her for all of the help she gave to me. There is one other person who made it all possible and that was Diana Gabaldon. S as well as overseas.
So thank you Diana for giving me the inspiration to write a book. Fresh out of high school and basic training, he is assigned as a tail gunner in the U S 8th Air Force, rd Bombardment Group based in Molesworth, England. During the period , the United States set up dozens of bases such as the one at Molesworth. These bomber bases were scattered all over the countryside in southern England with Major General Ira C. A tour of duty for the men who manned these planes was not a time period measured in months but rather the number of missions each man had to fly before being sent back to the US.
This number was set at 30 missions and in upped to 35 missions. As the story opens, we find MacGregor waking up in the Cottage Hospital, Hawick, Scotland as a result of his bomber straying off course while returning from a mission over Wilhelmshaven, Germany and crash landing. James MacGregor Molesworth, England Chapter 1. The Crash. When I opened my eyes, I was in a darkened room just staring up at the ceiling where a fan was slowly rotating. A faint smell of antiseptic wafted down from the blades with each revolution.
I hurt, Oh God did I hurt all over. The angelic-looking woman was nowhere to be seen, and all I could feel was this terrible agonizing pain. My chest felt as though sharp knives were thrust in me and each breath I took made it worse. I tried to rise up but the deep biting stabs made me give up immediately. Where the hell am I? What happened? I allowed my hands to roam the surface where I was lying to see if I could determine where I was.
