Am I the only-one to have read that poem of a mothers grief at losing her young son without a tear in their eye. My Dads first ever flight whilst in the ATC 1944 was aboard a Whitley flying from RAF Oakley/Worminghall. Later in Wellingtons from Brize Norton. Thankfully my [Young Aviator] is still with us at age 84 and a half. 🙂