When my Dad was settling into the senior’s home the nice person in charge of the social life asked if he had served in the military. “ We have quite a few vets” she said, “I’ll be sure they get to know each other as they’ll have lots to reminisce about”.
I told her that he had served and fought in the war and that I thought is was a great idea.
She asked what he did in the war and I told her he flew for JG11 during the Battle of Britain.
“Oh how exciting“ she exclaimed, “What did he fly”.
When I said Messerschmitt 109s you could have heard a pin drop.
Dad was just a bit too young to serve in the war, he stayed at home and worked on the farm in Saskatchewan while his older brothers went off and dealt with that business. It’s really is too bad his mind was gone when I pulled that stunt… he would have loved it.