My mother delivered Spitfires. When the Rolls Roce Merlin failed at fortunately enormous altitude in a thunder and snow storm gale. Mum re-applied her powder and lippy, rebuilt the engine ... all during the glide ... re-started by the motion of the glide, shot down several hun despite not officially having ammunition, and completed the delivery. Mum stood with pride when she was court martialed for taking two minutes longer than the allowed time for the flight.
If I have under stated the occurrence that is because careless talk cost lives. Hush hush ...
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