I don’t understand how you wake up every morning knowing that there was a huge chance this could be your last few hours alive and do this over and over again.Incredibly brave men.
Well put. I’ve always wondered about the differences in that respect between bomber crews and soldiers on the front line. Both must have been afraid of course, even if it wasn’t the “done” thing in those days to admit it, but it must have seemed strange to be sat in a pub with your friends one night almost as if there was no war, and yet knowing how different it could be the following evening. Come to think of it, I believe in the early days of the war crews would go to the pub and then fly a mission later the same evening.