War Diary
I found this diary when I was clearing out a box of thing from my Dad’s. This appeared to be written by my uncle. It might be of interest [Sept 10 1939] – I’ve got my wings! It was obvious a while back we were heading for a fight so I joined up to avoid being called up. The RAF seemed the best option. Father had been in the 14-18 shout in the RNAS until he got shot down and made prisoner. It sounded exciting flying a plane held together by string and glue. [Sept 30] – posted to _. Not allowed...