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Sometimes I can’t remember a time when I did not have the roar of engines or rattle of machine-guns ringing in my ears. Sometimes it feels as though I have been a fighter pilot all my life-that I had no life before the RAF, before the War, before the Battle of Britain. But I did. Of course I did. Once I was just Harry Woods, a kid like any other kid. And I suppose that’s when my story really begins...