Bert Johnson settled in the pilot's seat of the RAF fighter. He wasn't a pilot, but he revved the engine, taxied the plane to the runway, and took off.
As he handled the unfamiliar controls and circled to gain height he saw, coming straight at him, a crack Luftwaffe squadron.
Bert's thumbs fumbled for the gun-button on the joystick…Pilot or not, he would have to fight it out now.
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