This was my uncle who was shot down in his Spitfire off the coast of Zeebrugge. Having been hit by flak his plane inverted into the sea. His body was never recovered.
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In Memory of Pilot Officer Victor Lowson
Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter Twenty
In the lobby of the hotel, Dave stopped at the Concierge’s desk. “Are there any good small restaurants round here?” He was asked what type of food he wanted to eat. Sally said an Indian [more…]
20th Century
Albert Ball – The Angel-Faced Killer
Breakfast His place was laid, The messroom clock struck eight The sun shone through the window On his chair. No one commented on his fate, Save for a headshake here and there; Only old George [more…]
Fiction
The Rendezvous
It had been dicey over the Big City. The flak had been murderous on the run-in and the radar predicted, master searchlights seemed to have had an unnerving accuracy that night. You could tell the [more…]