Originally Posted by
ChampChump
Living in what was known as Hellfire Corner I am fortunate to be able to fly this coast frequently. Today's sortie included more than the cursory wing wag over the Battle of Britain Memorial.
The Few and the Many are becoming fewer. I was surprised the other day, when standing with poppies in the high street, to find myself chatting & listening to a gentleman who was born in 1920 and spent his RAF service at Lampedusa & beyond. Apart from using a walking frame, he blended into the populace as he carried on his way.
He and many, many more, could never blend in, in my opinion.
And yet they do. Perhaps one of their greatest achievements?
