A  jet  rushing left to right against a vague  ciel , somewhere within our sight. Carrying your friends off to vacation, otherland beaches. Loud  radio  playing in the cockpit. Cola can spills when the pilot turns too fast, without any warning (wartime reflexes, bad news for current customers). Ah, peace!     Peut-être mes yeux n'étaient-ils plus très bons. C'était un risque du métier.