What did you do in the war Dad?

I'm quite sure that I can remember as far back  as when I
was two years old. Now I may be wrong about this and
I'm sure there's a body of government scientists that have
carried out tests on white rats ( this involved making two
half-hitches and a sheep shank with their tails and soaking
said rats feet in Red Bull) that prove adults have no memories
before the age of three. However I know for a fact there has
never been a time in my life when I haven't had a love of
aeroplanes, haven't had a dream that I would be a pilot.
        In a small way I did make my dream come true. I
learnt to fly and my old log book says I had some 130
hours flying before I didn't have the time or money to continue.
Have to say the hours I spent flying alone went way beyond
all my dreams, no words can describe the the feeling of freedom
or the thrill of just me and machine above the Worcester country
side and the Malverns.
  So, what did my Dad do in the war?  Well I guess you may
be thinking the link between my Dad and my love of aeroplanes
was the Spitfire and you'd be right. However, my Dad didn't
fly Spitfires, he built them, along with hundreds of other Brummies
(men and women) at Castle Brom..  I found this wonderful BBC
site with a list of films each one an absolute treasure.( click on
Spitfire)

Spitfire

KRO

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