Amelia's rescue

Amelia was a Distinguished Service Cross Winner aviatrix par excellence. She could cross the Atlantic and break other aviation records at at time many women hardly had full freedom. Till yet, no woman has won presidential elections in this magnificent wonderland. Accept it; women do not control power here.

But when Amelia dispappeared in Howling Island, the US goverment mobilized several naval platforms and scores of aircraft to search for AMerica's most revered treasure. My granddad, Flying Officer BK Singh was seventeen when she dispappeared or was probably shot down or intercepted.

BKS, my granddad, was indeed a revindicarer extraordinaire. He was too young to do anything then. But he enlisted in the RAFVR and became the 2904th pilot of the British Empire. Thhe ongoing struggle between Europe and Asia over possession of vital markets and resources e.g spice, raw materials and trade was ravaging the world after the Great Depression. As an idealist Punjabi youth educated by the British, he could not afford to sit back and watch.

But if Priam would have been alive then. he would have migrated to US on a special training. he would have jumped to rescue Amelia as she represented the epitome of Ameican woman's achievement. A B-17 rigged for rescue would have been piloted by Captain Doolitle. Doolitle would have taken his elite rescue squad on a rescue run. And then, voila they spot an emaciated Amelia on a dinghy. It had happened that her plane was spotted by Imperial Japanese Army Hayabusas and intercepted. After threatening to shoot her down, the Jap pilot had damaged her rudder with 13mm machine gun fire. After loosing control Amelia lost control and ditched her abode at sea. As a Japanese destroyer approached her dinghy, the ghost ship appeared out of the blue and firebolted the destroyer Nishi. Nishi's captain gave in as he feared American reprisal. Then Captain Priam jumped from the B-17 in a special line designed by Noonan. With a tube in his shoulder, Priam reached the emaciated thinning body of a woman he admired. Carrying her in his shoulder. he gently lifted her and shot called WO Noonan aboard the Green Gull. With a gusto, the line lifted the rescuer with his prize. Aboard, a blanket was thrown open and Amelia's husband Putnam comforted his wife. With a cup of hot coffee and caramel, Amelia whipsered,"Where am I..".