Wander00 - The chap who taught me to drive, Bill Woodley, had been a flight engineer on Lancasters, a Canadian squadron. I was a student working part time with Securicor.
His legacy from the war were the most horrible headaches. Many times on patrol in the early hours of the morning he would say "Bombers moon tonight and I would ask him how he got his DFC. The same reply each time " Getting up early to get eggs for breakfast" It took a year before he finally explained. Coming back they strayed over the island of Texel and were hit. The pilot was injured and the Lancaster went into a dive. Bill was able to pull the pilot back and they both managed to regain control of the aircraft. He died in his late fifties - much too early.