Left the Arctic some time ago now…nothing but cold rough sea down there. Just starting to see some land up ahead.
It’s green, very green. To the right the sun is dazzling. To the left there’s a thick mist and I’m flying over a rainbow.
I’m in Ireland! They say that leprechauns keep a crock of gold at the foot of every rainbow; a leprechaun will give you his crock of gold if you answer three questions without taking your eyes off him while he’s talking. No one has ever managed to get the gold!

Since the first conquest of the skies, Aviators have personalized aircraft with artistic creations. This needed a name, its own character, its own identity. It had to be unique and distinguished. This practice, known as Nose Art, was at the height of its evolution during the Second World War, a period in which aircraft fusiliers  were truly blank canvases on which pilots expressed their imagination and humour, almost in an attempt to overcome their fear.