"This looks like the end of the Gladiators."
"You mean we'll get Hurricanes?"
"I suppose so," Hickey said. "You know, I'll be sorry John."
"For Christ sakes, why?"
"So will you be. Hurricanes are all speed and no aerobatics. You black out on every turn and take a mile to do a loop."
"Don't be romantic about it. Gladiators are just finished."
"I know," Hickey said. "But you know as well as I do that flying Gladiators is the last individual air-fighting there is. I'd sooner have it that way. Flying scads of Hurricanes is like being second pilot in a bomber."
"I suppose so," Quayle said.
"Yes, I'll be sorry," Hickey said. "I won't be sorry for these kids, though. They're better off in fast planes."
--From Signed With Their Honour by James Aldridge, 1942