Northolt Airbase, England
Northolt Airbase, EnglandTom Westlake always dreaded the flight over to Germany. Not so much for the fear of being shot down. Because nowadays the crippled Luftwaffe didn’t pose much of a threat anymore, and neither did the inadequately manned anti-aircraft flak. No, he hated the sorties, because his missions always consisted of dropping deadly bombs over German cities. His rational mind knew the bombing of civilians was a necessary evil to win the war, but his heart never agreed.
The return flight though was pure bliss. With the way his kite became lighter without the heavy bombs, his own heart grew light and blissful in the skies. He leaned back, taking in the striking blue sky – the RAF didn’t bother with stealth night sorties anymore.
He was never happier t
