The return, and my 2nd flight, was completely different.
It was during daytime, and I managed to get a window seat. Got my 1st bout of turbulence, an air pocket I didn't like at all. But now I wonder if it was not only the start of the descent, a bit too rough...
But nothing would prepare me for after the landing!
There were 2 closed curtains separating the main cabin to what I thought was 1st class. How could I be more wrong?
For some reason, we could not use the rear tail stairs, so we had to disembark from the front. Horrors of the horrours, there were more then 12 strechers, hanging 2 in each row, with very wounded soldiers being repatriated! All were connected with tubes and wires, some had horrendous big bandages, 1 or 2 swallon heads and smashed faces. I could barely look! One of them, with a very bandaged head, and hoses everywhere, was awaken and looked at me! He might have been still on his teens! 17 to 20 of age. I felt guilty, and it was not at all my fault!
I was still 11 at the time!
One of my 1st photos!