Bomber jacket

That’s what my son calls it. 

So here I am with a faked bomber shot.

When I was a kid I was fascinated with WWII and the old black and white films of the post war years. My podcast next week features an interview with a friend whose father flew Lancs and was shot down over Stuttgart. Not many men survived baling out so he was very lucky. But it was never glamorous. War never is.