First August 1940, RAF, Hurricane, one of 'The Few'
2nd like my father, August 1943, USAAF, B-17F the early raids till Black Thursday. His flight logs of this era are real interesting reading. Learning how to do it, and from what we talked about all those years ago, not like the movies. He would watch the opening of 12 o'clock High, as Maj. Stoval bicycled up to the abandoned airfield, Dad would have tears in his eyes, and as the scene shifts to the sounds of engines and the returning bombers, he would turn it off and walk outside.
24 missions as pilot, ditched in channel #24, hurt back bad, returned to states where he worked on the B-29 pilot training/instructor. Only one faded picture of his plane "Laid Back" in the album, rest just pictures of friends and friends lost. I can not imagine doing this for real, and I have paid for a 45min ride in a B-17G, and just tried to imagine.