How to make an aviator sandwhich: Take a couple of wings of faith give them a nice spread of adventure and then add condiments – excitement, Fear, Panic and Hope. Press down firmly and ignite some very large motors of belief . Get them humming away on the ground sending backdrafts of crazy wind making fields of innocent grass sway in random waves and then launch into the mouth of the sky. Climb through unfriendly clouds that buffet and impede and make your stomach feel like it’s dropping to the other side of China until you punch through to an arching blue unlimited sense of foreverness. .

A leather helmet keeps your head warm while those engines drone and drill away into the bone of your skull, hour after hour of similar looking stretches of water the same white capped waves, fading radio transmissions until it’s just you and the co/pilot navigator somewhere over the middle of the Pacific, aiming for some small dot of land you’re not sure you’ll ever reach.

Running into a storm, the vision so bad you can’t see anything. Flying completely blind, getting blown about, pushed and pulled by magnetic winds until you emerge into nowhere, the compass useless, the sextant no good at all as it’s still daylight. The fuel gauge points its finger at disaster unless some miracle happens soon. The motors keep vibrating their message of hope through the column until a faint radio transmission is finally found in the white noise of the world , steer the plane through an arc to find it’s direction and head for salvation…..