Lots of war stories and whiskies later...
I saw him, now sadly in a wheelchair, up at the Remembrance day service this year. He beckoned me to him and said, "Got something for you, ol' boy."
And then I got this amazing yarn about how he'd crashed a Tiger Moth biplane into a fence when he was young. I asked him why he'd crashed it and he said, "Arsing about in front of m' mates of course." Thought it was probably 'one of those stories'.
Thought nothing much more of it until we went to his house this afternoon for a Christmas visit.
Gave me a wink and said, "Here you go, ol' chap." (I'm always an ol something).
Huge great (old) photo album... and with special permission, I present....
"The last flight of Tiger Moth NM176 at the capable hands of one Major John Rees, 1941."


He came in too low over a fence, and clipped the tail at about 50 mph. Crashed and was hanging there upside down for ten minutes whilst his mates just laughed at him. Apparently, he had to pay for it too!

Cheers,
Drew.