The day has been spent filling the TV screen with commemorations for D-Day and watching DC-3 'Dakota' aircraft lifting themselves into the skies to deliver parachutists into France. This is a plane I have always liked. Something simple yet attractive about it. These have been flying nearly 80 years!
So far the commemoration has been filled with the usual dignitaries, even Trump behaved, old men in their 90's remembering, often badly and some willing to party and misbehave if they could, and considering the thoughts of those who 75 years ago prepared to invade France.
Sadly the flight of Dakota's passed 15 miles away from here and all we saw was a glimpse of a fighter aircraft that roared past not long ago. Possibly the Hurricane but difficult to tell from this angle. Not that long ago all such aircraft came over our heads but they sadly changed the air route to benefit holiday makers returning from Espania to Stansted. Most annoying.
Tomorrow we will have more of such memories as the commemoration in France takes place.
I ventured no further than the town for the needful. Just as well as the cloud cover made taking pictures difficult and there is little to see here anyway. Unlike the other day when the sun shone and poppies bloomed.
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The Dakotas flew over Eastbourne. I will find out tomorrow if my father in law saw them! Wish I could have been there.
The veteran who spoke at the Portsmouth ceremonies put his finger on it when he said that they were all in it together....something that doesn't seem to exist currently when we all seem to be describing ourselves as different and claiming special treatment for our group...
Kay, I wish I had seen them, they took of not far from here.
Fly, The war did bring an 'all together' attitude which died in later decades.
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