John Crossman was
getting impatient. For the last week, 32 Squadron had been flying ops every day
and it had been all hands on deck, except for John. He hadn’t even flown the Master, let alone a
Hurricane. ‘There always seems to be a hitch in the proceedings’. Yet again, he
acted as the squadron ferry pilot and took a fitter to do a job at Kenley.
After that, he ‘did absolutely nothing all day and in the evening wrote seven
letters.’
One of those seven letters was probably to his fiancée Pat Foley.
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