Being a mere toddler, I was lucky enough not to even be a twinkle in my Dads eye when WW2 was being thrashed out, but there is nothing that stirs my heart and brings a lump to my throat more than the sound of a Merlin engine roaring overhead.
Yes, I am talking about that most beautiful of aircraft, the Spitfire.
This weekend, several of these wonderful machines flew over the Solent in recognition of seventy years since the day of their creation.
What a sight.
What a sound.
Being a Man of Kent, I often hear that distinctive growl whilst out walking in the countryside. At the height of Summer in the 'airshow season', they can occasionally be heard and seen flitting between airfields. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
We sure have a lot to thank RJ Mitchell for by giving us this superb aeroplane which was instrumental in defeating the Hun at our time of need.