Grandpa's Great Escape Page #4

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Now, everyone has a questionnaire...

And nobody is allowed in the gift shop

until it has been filled out

and that is a fact, am I clear?

Yes, Miss Verity.

Good. And here's yours, coach

driver. Neatest handwriting, please.

Right, everyone off, please, no

talking, no laughing, no dawdling.

Oi, you lot, don't climb on the tanks.

I've been here before.

Yes, you have, many times. You

took me, Grandpa, do you remember?

What's my Spitfire doing

hanging from the ceiling?

- What's wrong with your grandad?

- Nothing.

These, these pilots are very young.

New recruits.

Ah.

Oh, I see.

How are you getting on? Are you stuck?

The stupid answer's not

on the stupid board.

I can help you with that. I was there.

You see, the Nazis wanted

to bomb the life out of us,

so they could invade and take us over.

Herr Hitler sent huge squadrons of Junkers

and Messerschmitts over the coast,

the sky was black with them.

RAF pilots had to stop the Nazi

bombers from getting through --

we were young and frightened, not,

well, not that much older than you are.

My squadron was the first to

be scrambled up, up and away.

I pushed my Spitfire past 300mph.

Wow.

It... You see, they outnumbered

us, oh, four to one,

so to stand any chance, we had to

get above them before they got here.

We waited up there until

the enemy were so close

we could see the swastikas on their

tails and then I gave the order...

.. DIVE!

When did all this happen, exactly?

Sorry?

The children need dates for the

exam. Facts, facts and more facts.

Facts are all that matter.

Oh, well it was, er, yeah, last Monday.

I hardly think so!

No, no, oh, no, no, sorry -- I tell

a lie, er, last, er, last Sunday.

All right, settle down, everyone.

The Battle of Britain was not

last Sunday, it took place

between July and October 1940,

make a note of that, class.

That's what I'm saying!

Jack, I'm sure your grandfather means well

but he is a very old and confused man.

Hey, maybe he did do

something during the war,

but I very much doubt that

he was a Spitfire pilot.

He was.

Can I have a word? In private.

You grandfather is not welcome

on any more school trips.

But Miss!

That is a fact.

Right, class, this way, please!

Turn to question 98 in

your questionnaire...

Grandpa?

- Grandpa!

- Psst!

Up here, Squadron Leader.

What are you doing up there?

Looking for my log book, I wanted

to prove that awful woman wrong.

It's wonderful to be

back in my plane again,

they won't mind if I took

her for a spin, would they?

Um, I think they might.

Oi, what are you playing at?

Look out, it's the SS.

Code... Man, man in a plane,

repeat code -- man in a plane.

Take him down, Squadron Leader.

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