The most exciting incident of my life happened during the "Battle of Britain". Ill never forget it. I was walking along the road looking up at the dog fights overhead a little way away. Suddenly there was a loud engine noise coming from the side road I had just that moment passed. Just above the rooftops came two planes at full speed. The front one was a Messerschmitt 110 the other, no more than twenty feet behind, was a Hurricane.
The Messerschmitt 110 was smothered in flames and was about to crash, but the British plane was firing everything it had at the enemy. This was happening no more than a few yards from me. I walked on a few yards, turned right down an alley on my way to the local park. On my left, in the back garden of the house there was the German plane standing on its nose. I didn't stop to stare at it in case it blew up, which it did two minutes later.