mopardave (#16),, and the many of the same opinion,
Couldn't agree more! - same with me, acrophobia, it's called. Even when in my prime (and that's going back a bit!) I had to "screw my courage to the sticking point" to get up on the house roof and fit a wire cowl to the chimney pot. ... Flying? - No trouble at all!
Read somewhere that there is a certain tribe of native americans who have absolutely no feelings of vertigo: they are the ones you see happily running around on a girder 30 storeys high, building a skyscraper. I envied them.
But how would this tie in with the dreaded "LMF" in WWII? I was never in Bomber Command during the war. But later in "Air Tragic" (nice one, Nutty!) met many who frankly admitted that they were terrified all the time on the thirty-odd trips of their tour of ops, They forced themselves to carry on because of the even greater fear of the humiliating treatment meted out to those who bravely confessed to "Lack of Moral Fibre".
I'd like some input here from any of the (few) survivors.
Danny.