Wing Commander Learmonth was an old boy at my boarding school. Had a pretty stain glass window in honour of his memory in the school Chapel.
A natural born killer who gave it to the Jap's in New Guinea.
His brother died in Crete and is the subject of a poem I can't recall.
"At the end on Crete he took to the hills, and said he'd fight it out with only a revolver. He was a great soldier."
How quickly we forget.
