Spitfire Pilot: A Personal Account of the Battle of Britain

by David M. Crook

That was the one thing I could never get accustomed to; seeing one’s friends gay and full of life as they always were, and then, a few hours later, seeing the batman start packing their kit, their shaving brush still damp from being used that morning, while the owner was lying dead in a shattered aeroplane ‘somewhere in England’.