IIRC it was a couple of decades ago when going through reselection at Biggin Hill that one Sunday night, returning to the Mess I happened upon a gentleman of mature stature who would tell a tale of flying in Burma after WWII but singularly failed to mention anything earlier and to my shame it was only after he left the bar that the steward pointed out that aforementioned gentleman had his picture on the wall and identified him as Wg Cdr Bob Stanford-Tuck. A more modest or engaging gentleman you would not meet. Do we really need an occasion for politicians to hijack to remember such gentlemen?