She will fly over my office a few times during her visit, and the roar is tremendous. I cannot image the site of a 1,000 plane raid, with hundreds of fighters darting around guarding the flock.
This aircraft was also the first plastic model I ever built, with my Dad after my first communion. It hung over my bed for years with doors open suspended by fishing line.
I'll post a few variations of the photo to show the effects of creating a black and white from this image...but today I just wanted to imagine walking out to the flight line on a cold English morning and getting ready to risk my life fighting for freedom in the skies of Europe.