The ex-RAF officer smiled and waved him off. "At ease there, lad; it were a long time ago that I last wore the Blues, and I doubt that they'd let an old grandpa like me back up into the sky with one of their new-fangled jet planes." he said with a slight shake of his head and a self-deprecating chuckle.<br/><br/>Still, under it, Gavin had to admit that St George's words were most welcome; not long after washing up on that beach in Cromer, he'd visited a public library and looked up books about the RAF's involvement in the war. The whole tone of the books that he had read had been discouraging to the former Navigator; blatently glorifying Fighter Command during the Battle of Britain - the Spitfire pilots in particular - and either ignoring, or denigrating and even subtly demonising the men of Bomber Command for following the orders of Sir Arthur Harris, in bombing targets in German cities, to try and break German morale, alongside their actual targets.