(Excerpt)
Ken Sr. delivered all three gifts. On the morning of Ken’s birthday, the
two went to Buckingham Place and there, behind the locked and guarded
gates were the Spitfire. As they approached, the gates opened, and they were
escorted directly to the airplane. A stocky man wearing a long, dark navy
blue coat and smoking a fat cigar was waiting for them.
“Master Kirkby, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I hear you would
like to see this Spitfire.” Then he lifted the young boy and placed him
on the wing. An officer helped him into the pilot’s seat.
Ken was in heaven. For a few brief moments, he was a pilot, pushing
the buttons, twisting the knobs, imagining soaring through layers of
white clouds, into an ocean of blue sky.
An Air Force officer lifted him back down to the ground and the man
with the cigar said, “I gather this is your fifth birthday. I have a present
for you.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an American five-dollar bill.
“I should like you to have this,” he said. “I won it from a man you will hear
about. His name is President Roosevelt – so this is a very good, lucky
five-dollar bill.”
Then he patted him on the head and before turning on his heel, said,
“I have no doubt things will be interesting for you in your life, young fellow.
Good-bye.”
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