That was my childhood, except the geezer was Larry our local window cleaner. The 111 was a lanc, and the spit a 110, him being the tail gunner. And like our fine pilot there, He also didn't have a nose...at least not the one he was born with.
Tough old git he was, RIP Larry.
A long-retired French-Canadian Second World War pilot is telling school children about his days in the RCAF. "In 1942 the situation was very tough. The Germans 'ad a very strong air force. I remember, one day I was protecting the bombers and suddenly, out of the clouds, several Fokkers appeared.
At this point, several of the children giggle.
"I looked up, and right above me was one of them. I aimed at 'im and shot 'im down. They were swarming. I immediately realised that there was another Fokker behind me."
At hearing the old man go on, the girls in the auditorium start to giggle and boys start to laugh openly. The teacher stands up and says, "I think I should point out that 'Fokker' was the name of an aircraft manufacturing company."
"Oui," says the ex-pilot, "but these Fokkers were flying Messerschmidts."