I was locking up our hangar at Northolt one summer’s evening when Joe Kmiecek was locking up the 207 Sqn Office. “Beautiful evening isn’t Sir” I ventured. “Yes” he agreed and “Look at them!’ Gesturing towards the two Luftwaffe transports on South Side, displaying the black and white crosses. “What the hell was it all about, eh?” And he got on his moped and rode off to the Mess. The last word on WW2 couldn’t be better said.