CITIZENS OF LONDON

If I ever write a second edition of the Human Mind book, I intend to add the following stories to it.   In the past I have been criticized for telling a bunch of unrelated stories or anecdotes that do nothing to prove that my theories about how the human mind functions are valid.   

The following story seems to be one of the best ones to validate my conclusions about fear affecting the human mind to a far deeper extent than we are currently aware of.

I suppose I could facetiously blame the author of the book [Citizens of London] for failing to publish the book until after I put my book together.   Of course that would fall into the following category:

"To err is human.   To blame it on someone else is even more human."   Of course in this case, no one is actually to blame.

[The following ideas have been added on Nov. 27, 2014.  A few days ago, I actually added the Citizens of London story to my Human Mind book.  So much for my nonsense written directly above these words inside the parenthesis.] 

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 CITIZENS OF LONDON

On page 268 of the book entitled, --- Citizens of London, authored by Lynne Olson, which concerns the stress and fears that could not be avoided during the Second World War, the following apocryphal words appear: --- “In the 5 months before D. Day, over 2600 bombers (and 980 fighters) were [shot] down and more than 10 thousand crewmen were killed.”    

“The morale of the bomber crews, already in the depths, plummeted even further.  The number of mental breakdowns skyrocketed as did cases of alcohol and drug abuse.”

Writing facetiously; I suppose all of the pilots who had mental breakdowns had latent genetic flaws which curiously decided to manifest themselves simultaneously among these particular individuals, at this particular tim; --- as if the fear of imminent death was somehow inconsequential.   Please, --- give me a break!!!

And still further from page 268 above, comes the following exchange between an inebriated young pilot and a Colonel in a drinking establishment somewhere in London.  After the Colonel ordered the pilot to leave because of his raucous and objectionable behavior.  “Colonel”, said the young pilot, “yesterday I was flying over the city of Berlin.”  “Where the Hell were you???

The alcohol and the drugs were used to shut off the thoughts that could not be stopped by these young flyers who were facing almost certain death every time they climbed into their airplanes.