On a gray, wet day in November 1940, Flight Lieutenant Guy Penrose Gibson arrived at Digby aerodrome in Lincolnshire, Ene-land. At 22, he was an experi-enced bomber pilot with 39 operational sorties and the Distinguished Flying Cross to his credit. Gibson was unimpressed at the sight of his new abode-not just because it was set in flat, featureless countryside, but also because Digby was home to No. 29 Squadron, a fighter unit, and bombers were in Gibson's blood. He'd had little choice the previous month, however, when his first tour of duty with Bomber Command ended: Either he spent six months as a training school instructor or he volunteered for Fighter Command. Gibson chose the latter; the thought of inactivity frightened him more than the Luftwaffe.
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