It's the long hot summer of 1940 at Middle Wallop, where pilots of No. 609 Squadron are lounging in deck chairs or lying in the shade from the wings of their Spifires. Suddenly - the shouts of "SCRAMBLE"; "Don't just stand there..get ...
i got in touch with the ministry of defence, the army air corps at bmiddle wallop/b, and made enquiries there. i also made enquiries with the local police at winchester and andover, and it seemed that the phenomenon was clearly known about ...
