Epilogue
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| ‘Gear-up for the Battle of Britain’… The fog starts to lift. Within minutes, the 12-cylinder Merlin is breathing fire from its exhausts. Taxi out, last run up, brakes released and off they go. Wheels up, then a final pass over the airfield, the roar of its exhaust sending chills down the spines of the few watching, now off to the skies over the Channel where danger is lurking. They disappear from the view of those left behind, waiting, hoping for their return… |
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