Scene. Murray Peden saying goodbye and getting on a train to No. 5 Elementary Flying Training School at High River Alberta Canada <SNIP> A few of the Interludes inserted for effect. Mid movie clips:A sig to a father his son never met by Peter Clare: In remembrance of my father Sgt S. Clare R.A.F Missing from operations 13th August 1942. Never Known, Forever Loved. Music Credit: Garnet Rogers, Goodbye Again From: http://www.ww2f.com/topic/41271-vickers-wellington-bomber-training-film-shows-what-my-dad-experienced/ My (Fred Wilson’s) namesake (I was born on May 16th) (see my sig below) was somehow talked into allowing to be filmed commenting for the History Channel "Bomber Command" series. But other than that one commitment, he too would not talk at all about his experiences. His personal reason was that when he did the nightmares came back and for weeks afterwards he would lose so much sleep, that it was too painful to endure. He did once mention his escape subsequent to their Dambusters Raid crash. Dambusters.org All he would say was that he had promised to take to the grave the names of the resistance people that got him safely home, believing in his heart that there were still fanatics that would take retribution against them. To this day he has stayed true to his word. From: http://www.ww2f.com/topic/41271-vickers-wellington-bomber-training-film-shows-what-my-dad-experienced/ T.W (Joe) Merchant, of the 1944 Dambusters squadron lived across the lake from us and asked me to visit one of his Wing Commanders and carry his thanks to him on one of my holidays in OZ. He had retired near Lismore / Bexhill, in NE NSW Australia. I spent a heartrending day with him in 1992, one of the most emotional and memorable of my life, while we toured his Macadamia Nut and Banana plantation. He said that when he was promoted to Wing Commander, the only reason (he said) was that he was the oldest living pilot, at 23 years of age at the time, in the Squadron. He said he still received a steady stream of letters and phone calls from old crew members, and would politely reminisce but in fact could not remember a single name or face. In the war, all crewmen were referred to by the last three digits of their enlistment number only - never, ever by name. Neither would he ever look directly at the face of a squadron crew member. He said this was an absolute pre-requisite for emotional survival - the losses were that high. Oh... that hurts. Hard to grasp how tough that job must have been. One of my (Fred Wilson’s) father's friends had a "friendly fire" history and, I am told, was never ever able to live it down in his squadron (in particular, noting that the other crew and aircraft survived.) Their squadron commander stormed into the Squadron headquarters demanding an explanation. They were ribbed incessantly about it. Every time they would enter a roomful, a loud buzzing would erupt from everyone there. They had mistaken a DeHavilland Mosquito Fighter – Bomber for something German. Decades later, at Edmonton a reunion in the 70’s, the buzzing erupted in spades yet again when they made their entrance.