Here I am once again finishing up this blog post last minute. Now this post Ms Willemse challenged the HPC students to create a dairy of a soldier who fought in World War II. If we flash back to November 2016, my pears and I were confronted with the task of creating a dairy for a World War I soldier, we had to put our self in their shoes and create a personal diary entry for that soldier. The class was given the website called the Virtual war memorial and the site gave me a general basis of who my soldier was and what he did during the war. I gathered my soldier or “Richard Johnson Audet” was a full time RCAF pilot and a part time bad ass.

 

Richard Audet was a Canadian war hero, he joined the RCAF in late August, 1941 and received his pilot’s wings in 1942. Later on in the year he destroyed five enemy airplanes within five to seven minutes. This action earned him the promotion to Flight Lieutenant. Although Audet was on a hot streak it soon came to an abrupt stop, in 1945 Richard was flying over Münster when a German train fired at him and he crashed into the ground, his body was never to be seen again.

(Richard Audet)

 

Here is my interpretation of a Richard Audet diary entry

March 3th 1945
I was woke this morning abruptly by the sounds of heavy metallic shells clanging to the cold surface of the earth. Yet another day in the horrid war to overcome, life is miserable I’ve questioned life and I can’t seem to think I could last any longer the only thing left that drives me through this dire time is the image of my wife’s utmost innocent smile. Frustration fills my body from how one selfless greedy human can cause the death of many of my dearest loved ones. I resent every second that I spend in the metal tin can of an aircraft, it resembles a trap that nothing except death can escape from its jaws, I stupidly thought flying would cause my problem of fear for death, enabling me to drift over the battlefield and escape the grasp of death. I have yet realized that more danger awaits flying then to be fighting on the ground. There is nowhere to hide in the sky, only thousands and thousands of vast open space, ready to shot down, ready to be put out of my misery. Patrolling the sky use to bring me excitement, Being able to remember the days of when flying filled me with joy, I was awestruck to look down and see the world beneath you, it almost makes you feel almost like a god. I’ve been told that flying is in my blood, my squadron tells me that as if I look like I’m dancing in the sky when I fly, My opinion is that the squadron is just high on painkillers. How can you be so stupid to think a plane looks as if it’s dancing. I’ve pondered many a month and have come to the inescapable conclusion that I will not be leaving this war in body and soul, rather just soul. My officer debriefed me on tomorrow’s mission, sounds to as if it is a glorified suicide mission, I knew the day would come, just not when. I dread to write this down but to my beloved wife, I am at my utmost deepest sorrow for you but please do not mourn over me, but only to remember the fine of memories of the bountiful times we shared.

 

My reasoning for choosing Richard as the soldier I would write my diary entry for because in my eyes Audet was a Canadian national treasure. He was decerated with many awards and medals, such as the Air Crew Europe Star and the Defence medal. Richard’s contribution to the war like many others had a significant impact.