My grandfather flew Spitfires during the war out of Leuchars. He was shot down over Norway in 1942 by a FW190 whilst hunting for the Scharnhorst. He was an incredible man with some amazing stories about flying and surviving as POW. Here he is just before departing Leuchars on a mission:
And here he is returning in 2010 where he met with the Battle of Britain memorial flight crew and happily chatted about Spitfires all day:
He was a real life war hero (not that he’d ever want to be described as such!) and a true gentleman. I’ve got a piece of the fuselage from his downed spit (some Norwegian divers found it in the late 60’s at the bottom of a fjord) which is one of my most prized possessions.