As I was being dropped off at East Croydon train station, I took a moment to reflect on the past few hours of pure chaos - a chaos that the police are all too familiar with. It was not as Ninja-Turtles as I thought it would have been, but they're one step closer to catching The Shredder than they ever have been.
Seventy-four years on, the heroism and sacrifice of these young men is the stuff of legend, romanticised and steeped in patriotism. So often portrayed with the iconic RAF moustache, the majority were probably too young to even have a moustache. Who were these men? How do they remember the Battle of Britain and what became of those who survived the years of war? What happened when they stopped being pilots, stepping out of uniform and back into civilian life?