I to nejlepší letecké eso se někdy muselo učit létat. A to se neobešlo bez chyb! Tímto obdobím Bigglesova života a jeho prvními týdny nad frontou Vás provede tato kniha.

Finally we get to hear about James Bigglesworth's first day as a pilot. This book is a sequence of short stories that takes Biggles all the way from training camp (a week or so) to 266 Squadron via a number of adventures.
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Na zijn opleiding op de kostschool, krijgt James Bigglesworth (of Biggles) de kans om piloot te worden bij de Engelse luchtmacht. Na een korte opleiding wordt hij naar Frankrijk gestuurd om daar als nieuwe piloot acties uit te voeren tegen de Duitsers.

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Biggles Learns To Fly was first published by Boy's Friend Library, London in 1935, while the events were fresh in the author's mind, long before there was any talk of Hitler and a Second World War.

In September 1916, a seventeen-year-old officer (James Bigglesworth – otherwise known as Biggles, 'the author') appeared in the doorway of one of the narrow wooden huts that had sprung up all over England during the previous eighteen months. He was wearing his distinctive uniform of the Royal Flying Corps. Apart from his Sam Browne belt, still squeaking when he moved, like a pair of new boots, there was little about him to distinguish him from thousands of others in whose ears the call to arms had sounded in vain, and who were doing precisely the same thing in various parts of the country. Indeed, there was nothing remarkable, or even martial, about his physique; on the contrary, he was slim, rather below average height, and somewhat delicate-looking.

During the past two months, Biggles had learnt the art of flying at 'ground' school; an aerodrome in Norfolk known as No 17 Flying Training School, where great looming buildings with hangars, housed an extraordinary collection of hastily built aeroplanes.

Remarkably, Biggles, with less than fifteen hours flying experience, finds himself on the cross-Channel boat to France. Once there, he is sent to tackle the enemy in the hostile skies over First World War France – that were often considered as suicidal missions! In a theatre of war where instinct and lightning-fast reactions are the most important skills that a person can possess.
As far as Biggles was concerned, he had to learn to be a real flier quickly – or die... To his credit, he picked up the art of war-flying with an aptitude that amazed everyone, particularly his flight-commander.

I understand that some people have questioned the author's 'footnotes', but please, let's not forget that this book was originally written in 1935 – and anyway, I found the 'footnotes' most helpful and extremely informative, admittedly, because of my own personal knowledge of such military activities and aviation facts, being somewhat limited!

What I really liked about this well-written book is the fact that the writer's own experiences have been credited as being much the same as described, in this highly entertaining story. So, overall, I found this book well worth reading.

I'm sure this story will have a wide appeal to lots of young readers, as well as a wiser and more mature reader because it 'highlights' the 'nerve and sheer bravery', that those pilots undoubtedly possessed!
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I can't think why I never read any of the Biggles books when I was a boy. I was, after all, a voracious reader from an early age and devoured book after book from very on at primary school. I do recall that a lot of my friends read the Biggles books and talked about them, but I have no recollection whatever of having done so myself. Most of the games that my friends and I played seemed to revolve around the war stories that were so prevalent on television in the late 1960s and early 1970s, escaping from Colditz or otherwise battling serried ranks of Nazis around North Leicestershire. Later on as I moved through grammar school my reading progressed (plumetted?) to Alistair McLean and Sven Hassel, largely retaining the Second World War motif, but still no Biggles!

I found it particularly enjoyable, therefore, finally to become acquainted with him now. Though not the first book to feature James Bigglesworth, this covers his first entry into the Royal Flying Corps, precursor to the Royal Air Force, where, having faked his application papers to join the action ahead of his eighteenth birthday, he starts to learn to fly biplanes, going on missions across The Line (the parallel ranges of barbed wire separating the two forces across northern France.

Captain W E Johns presumably based these stories on his own experiences, that must have been quite terrifying. He does not, however, labour on the grim and relentless loss of life among the pilots. He doesn't glorify the war, either, and while the Germans were clearly the enemy, there is very little concerted vilification of them. Biggles had a job to do, and did it to the best of his ability, and that was that.

Captain Johns certainly knew what boys wanted to read, and he serves up well constructed plots that fairly fizz along. They are not timeless literary masterpieces, but they are entertaining and engaging books. I would certainly have devoured them pretty eagerly forty years ago. ( )