The last day of the war

On the last day of the war we all knew that the fighting was all but over. We still flew with, I think, on both sides, no intention of engaging the enemy. But the Major still wanted one more kill. When he started to lead us towards a formation of German aircraft which was carefully keeping to their side of the lines, we all knew that it was a bad thing.

I often wonder what he would have done after the war.