I then realized my analytics data was a bit odd. My keywords were no longer with me.
Like the Spitfire it was immensely strong: a pilot had no need to fear the danger of pulling the wings off, no matter how desperate the situation became.
The sea from Dunkirk to Dover during these days of the evacuation looked like any coastal road in England on a bank holiday. It was solid with shipping.
The successful pilots succeeded because they did not open fire until they were close to the target.
I think the greatest of all human virtues is loyalty. It embraces all the best of the human character: courage, faith, love and charity.
I then realized my appearance was a bit odd. My right leg was no longer with me. It had caught somewhere in the top of the cockpit as I tried to leave my Spitfire.
I just made a balls of it, old boy. That’s all there was to it.