Among those flying in the raids in the second half of 1941 was a young fighter pilot who later recalled coming in low to catch a Sunday-morning cocktail party of French airmen and “a bunch of girls in brightly coloured dresses” in full swing. Glasses, bottles and high heels flew everywhere as the British fighters attacked and all took cover. It was “wonderfully comical,” wrote the pilot of one of the Hurricanes—a certain Roald Dahl.
