In the closing stages of reading the 'unabridged and complete' version of The Big Show by Pierre Clostermann and it's given me a truthful and painfully honest insight into the life of a front-line fighter pilot in WWII. He doesn't pull his punches as he describes not only the difficulty of flying a complex machine in combat but the wearying effect on morale that doing this day in and day out had.
It's also making em realise, as I read more about how far ahead the German engineers and designers were in their aircraft alone, that we were bloody lucky to win in Europe, and that they had Adolf the nutboy making the ultimate decisions for them. Had they had a sane and effective commander we'd have been suing for peace, either that or Truman would have been authorising nuclear strikes on Berlin, Hamburg, Munich etc!
It's also making em realise, as I read more about how far ahead the German engineers and designers were in their aircraft alone, that we were bloody lucky to win in Europe, and that they had Adolf the nutboy making the ultimate decisions for them. Had they had a sane and effective commander we'd have been suing for peace, either that or Truman would have been authorising nuclear strikes on Berlin, Hamburg, Munich etc!