Having at the age of 8, had a grandstand view of the BoB from our front lawn about 3 miles from Hawkinge. Subsequently flying with a Polish pilot for over 4 years, I had a particular interest in that programme, while it is a good thing to teach history this way I felt it was misleading and did not give the flavour of the times.
The postwar RAF had many Poles, also Czechs and Yugoslavs still serving long after the war. In the 1950s the first squadron I served on had an establishment of 10 crews, 2 of the pilots were Polish. On the second squadron with an establishment of 20 crews, 3 were Polish.

This is absolutely ridiculous. Hooligans carrying out armed robberies get treated far more leniently.
This country has “Had it in a big way”

And I always thought that the Stork Hotel was the maternity ward.

Rate of fire of Hispano 20mm Mk 5 star was approx 600 rpm. Don’t know the Spit ammo tank capacity but I would guess between 150 to 200 rounds per gun.

I started and ended my flying at Hullavington.
Started as a pupil on Ansons and moved round to become a staff nav, 6 years later, still on Ansons. At least moved on a mark, from T21 to T22 😀

All so brave.
I remember still my mother taking us to a special church service the next day to pray for their success.
Many years later I was manager of a road surfacing company. One of our expert rake hands, who i had known for many years, retired. and, after his trip to the pub at lunch time I took him home. He had never spoken of his service experience but by his age he must have done something, so I asked him.
He told me he had landed the day before D-Day, that his war lasted four days, and the only weapon he used was his knife. He was at Pegasus Bridge.

I think single aircraft were assigned specific targets, at least in the initial period. The village I lived in suffered three sticks of bombs, each about 4 smallish ones and one larger. All during the early part of the BoB period.
The first attack was on the road bridge where it crossed the railway just outside the village, luckily the stream ran beside the railway and none of the bombs exploded. In fact the army had great difficulty in finding them and AFAIK some are still there.
The second stick dropped along the village, the only casualties being several fox hounds because their kennels appeared to have been the target, possibly mistaken for some sort of barracks. The worst result of that was that one bomb brought down the village electricity supply and broke the water main.
The last stick was reputedly aimed at the house where Antony Eden used to spend weekends, but it was not hit.

No Resmoroh, that type of knife came in after my time, I used to carry a kids small sheath knife. There was a Meteor pilot who had a fancy time when his dinghy inflated on take off. It pushed the stick forward and he couldn’t get airborne.
Then it became the fashion to wear a sheaf knife on the sleeve. I think the issue knife arose because of this and similar incidents.
As for Newmarket, that was nothing to do with me, Joe did it all off his own bat with a man from an Amercan paper in the back seat. Gave me a fright at the time as I spent an anxious 45 mins or so scouring local disused airfields, having persuaded ABC to authorise himself a special search.