I knew that the father of a friend had served in the RAF in WW2 as a pilot. On the Mall with them for the 50th anniversary of D-Day I asked where he had been in the day - over the Normandy beaches in a Spitfire. I was lost for words, and when we finally spoke, he said when he saw the invasion fleet below, so was he.
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