He'd be around the same age as my dad was in WW2 , born in 1934 so 10 when D Day came , he lived in Kettering , after school they'd ride out to RAF grafton underwood to watch the B17s coming back from Germany , he told many of them were shot to pieces , a few made it back only to crash on landing, to them it was a fantastic spectacle until they got dragged out of a hedgerow by a copper who spelled out how much danger they were in , didn't stop them going though
He said they got turned away by MPs once because one had overshot the runway and finished up straddling the road , it bought back a memory when I saw this picture somebody posted
No win situation for the guys in the link, I'd think I'd choose to take my chances crashing than land on a load of kids