Bernard was a friend of the family,, My mother called him Uncle,, I had the privilege to meet him on many occasion, he was wounded later on in the war and lost a leg due to those wounds after gangrene set in,
The story I was told is that the aircraft was hit and he was wounded but still managed to navigate back,
A lovely man, very humble, he never really spoke of the war, it was my mother that used to tell me the accounts,