Seeing the Longines 1946 tribute chronograph posted earlier today prompted me to think of my Breitling Premier, circa 1946. I sometimes imagine a young aviator returning stateside from the War, almost surprised to have survived. Walking the streets on NYC having disembarked from the troop ship, with a pocket full of money ... And gleaming from the window of the corner watch shop, a wonderful new gold Breitling chronograph! It's a silly thought, but why not? I'm a romantic.
