I listened to it a couple of days ago - what a pleasure, or more correctly what an honour, to hear him speak so frankly and compassionately about his experiences. His matter-of-fact descriptions were riveting - the picture he painted of life in his village before he joined the RAF, with the Battle of Britain being carried on overhead and stray bombs and bullets dropping on old ladies and butcher's delivery boys; the aircraft breaking up around him and his oddly peaceful descent through the night sky; the unexplained voices singing in the night that later turned out to be so particularly poignant. Amazing.