Ernest Hemingway Joins the RAF

Steve Newman Writer
Nov 2 · 8 min read

Somewhere in England 1944

Mitchell Bomber. Image: britmodeller

“ Tea, Mr Hemingway?”

“Tea?”

The navigator shouted again in Hemingway’s ear.

“I’ve a flask of tea, wondered if you’d like some?”

Ernest Hemingway smiled, but shook his head.

“As you please.”

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