When I first started watching Spitfire 944, I became suspicious that the footage was from one “Doc” Savage, but it’s not a pulp alternative history; it’s the story of an American reconnaissance pilot who flew an unarmed Spitfire, alone, over Berlin, to photograph bombing targets:
By the way, the narrator and the subject seem to have archetypal American accents of the two generations — greatest and hipster.
(Hat tip à mon père.)
That was a very interesting video; it’s amazing the kind of risks photo-reconnaissance pilots took as a matter of course.
However, thanks to the narrator I have heard more “vocal fry” in the last 15 minutes than in the entirety of my prior life.