The Few get fewer

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  1. From today's Western Daily Press:


    RIP - we are forever in your debt.
  2. He was a POW at Stalag Luft 3 in the rank of FLT/LT.........RIP
  3. RIP. We all owe them so much.

  4. Thank you Sir, RIP.
  5. RIP. Thank You Sir.
  6. One more hero gone to meet his oppos in the Great NAAFI Bar in the sky...

    A life well lived, Rest In Peace, Sir.
  7. Another sad loss from a great generation.
  8. RIP indeed! How can we even begin to thank these people who regarded their defence of Britain as "all in a day's work" and were willing to sacrifice their young lives!

  9. the_boy_syrup

    the_boy_syrup LE Book Reviewer

    Quite fitting I suppose:

    He died on the day and to the hour that the restored Battle of Britain Memorial Flight of a Lancaster bomber accompanied by a Hurricane and Spitfire took to the skies over London once again

    RIP and Thanks
  10. Rest In Peace, Iain and thank you.
  11. "When finally captured by the Luftwaffe in Norway, an officer greeted Mr Hutchinson in perfect English with the words: "We've been waiting for you for a while and I'm afraid our coffee is cold but have some schnapps instead."


    Rest In Peace Sir
  12. ViroBono

    ViroBono LE Moderator

    RIP Sqn Ldr Hutchinson

    Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
    I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air...
    Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
    I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
    Where never lark or even eagle flew --
    And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
    Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.