Before now, I have mentioned that my dad was a Pathfinder flying Lancasters in WW2. I think he hated killing innocent people and this haunted him all his life. He died in his late 60s in 1987.
Today was his birthday and he would have been 102.
At the end of the war he dropped food over Holland and helped to bring prisoners of war home.
2 May 2020
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Lancaster, the finest aircraft of WW2. Your father was a good man. I wonder if the Germans who bombed London, Coventry, Birmingham, Bristol, etc. felt the same way. I tend to think not.
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