This is truly astounding, Dianetics!
One sunny afternoon at seven thousand feet in the flak-shredded air over Dieppe, I looked over my left shoulder across two hundred yards of open space and watched the dancing devils of flame spurt from the leading edge of the wings of an FW-190,1 knowing that each flash might well be my last impression in this life as I busied myself with the mechanics of getting out of the line of fire in my little Spitfire.
And on another sunny morning in French Morocco, I “drove” my P-39 over the brow of a low hill at roughly three hundred miles per hour and dipped its nose to find an unmapped hi-tension line directly in my path, to feel the hot breath of Hell in the shock and flash that followed, and to wonder – seriously – if I had lived through the experience, even as I did so.
I’ve weaved and dodged the vicious, impersonal black bursts of antiaircraft fire over France and the Channel, trying not to guess when or whether the lads on the earth below would load the shell with “my number” on it.
I’ve flown my P-40 over thirteen hundred miles of open ocean from England to Africa – seven hours and a quarter strapped in a seat midway between heaven and a cold and watery interment, knowing that the odds on my reaching Port Lyautey were considerably less than even.
I have explored the middle and upper reaches of the notorious Casbah of Algiers in the hours between midnight and four a.m., armed, of course, but accompanied by two men in allied uniforms and a “French” civilian all of whom were unknown to me as late as eleven-thirty that same evening.
I watched the dust and debris rise to fifteen thousand feet or more over the little island of Pantelleria under the terrible power of salvoed bombs from amassed B-17s.2
I’ve made at least five hundred landings in fighter aircraft of one kind or another, each one a separate little problem in survival.
And I could go on and on and on, but shall belabor you no further. My point is that I have some reason to believe that I have had at least my share of experience of and of opportunity to plumb the depths and explore the heights of feeling attainable by earthlings.
But nothing I have ever done, read, heard, seen, felt or sensed in any way has affected me as profoundly as this material on Dianetics. For the very first time, I find myself justified in the use of words like awesome, electrifying, earth-shaking, etc.
If this new word does indeed represent a new Science – as you and your writers have described it – then your name along with Hubbard’s belongs to History....
Harry J. Robb
625 Ray Avenue, N.W.
New Philadelphia, Ohio
| Scientology Official Site | Scientology in the United Kingdom | Dianetics | L. Ron Hubbard: Study Technology |
L. Ron Hubbard:Founder of Scientology| L. Ron HubbardPresents Writers of the Future| East Grinstead - L. Ron Hubbard| L. Ron HubbardThe Artist| Scientology, Dianetics and L. Ron Hubbard|