The Black Knight

The Loss of Innocence

Fiction & Literature, Historical
Cover of the book The Black Knight by Roelof Steenbeek, Partridge Publishing Africa
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Author: Roelof Steenbeek ISBN: 9781482804430
Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa Publication: November 28, 2014
Imprint: Partridge Publishing Africa Language: English
Author: Roelof Steenbeek
ISBN: 9781482804430
Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
Publication: November 28, 2014
Imprint: Partridge Publishing Africa
Language: English

To date I have never piloted a biplane, but for many nights before I had any thought of writing this book I dreamed I was sitting in the cockpit of a black biplane. Although I could not see the wings, I just somehow knew it was one. There was a tiny, half-moon windshield, an instrument panel with some gauges and a joystick in front of me. I could feel the wind on my face, icy cold in my bones, vibrations and movements of the aircraft through the seat of my pants,and a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach A few nights later, the silhouetted head and shoulders of a young man started to haunt my dreams instead. Every time I dreamed of him, his face became a little clearer, and I eventually saw he was wearing old-fashioned flying goggles and a leather cap: everything was sepia-coloured like an old-fashioned photograph or daguerreotype plate. Silent at first, eventually he said, a trifle forlornly, but not bitterly: Please ask them not to forget us What we fought and died for was it for nothing?

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To date I have never piloted a biplane, but for many nights before I had any thought of writing this book I dreamed I was sitting in the cockpit of a black biplane. Although I could not see the wings, I just somehow knew it was one. There was a tiny, half-moon windshield, an instrument panel with some gauges and a joystick in front of me. I could feel the wind on my face, icy cold in my bones, vibrations and movements of the aircraft through the seat of my pants,and a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach A few nights later, the silhouetted head and shoulders of a young man started to haunt my dreams instead. Every time I dreamed of him, his face became a little clearer, and I eventually saw he was wearing old-fashioned flying goggles and a leather cap: everything was sepia-coloured like an old-fashioned photograph or daguerreotype plate. Silent at first, eventually he said, a trifle forlornly, but not bitterly: Please ask them not to forget us What we fought and died for was it for nothing?

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