Snapshot.
Just a little one, but one of my endearing memories of the time I spent in the RAF was balmy summers evenings at St Athan, and on one particular one,a Buccaneer zero feet,gear up, beating up the runway from the seaward end, with me stood in the back garden of the officers mess overflow house. Turn it back forty years and it could have been a spitfire. The aircraft, in my mind, had that same iconic status.
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