This makes me wish I had those old wartime pictures of my grandfather. He was a reconnaissance pilot stationed in southern England. He used to fly over France and take pictures of enemy fortifications in his little plane (That looks pretty much like your typical pleasure planes you see in the small airports today). He said that he actually became friends with several of the German reconnaissance pilots who were flying the other way each day and doing pretty much the same thing he was doing at the time. They would wave at each other as they would fly past each other, hehe. He probably would have been court marshaled for that if his superiors found out.
At one point, I know he crashed his plane in France, but it wasn't due to enemy fire and he wasn't captured. I think the engine conked out or something like that. I don't recall the whole story, but he had a picture of himself standing next to the smashed up plane. His plane was nammed "Diane" after my mother who was born a month or so after he was shipped over there.
I'm going to have to look up his war reccord some day and maybe piece together everything.
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