Gozo

Yesterday was a special experience for me. We went to the actual airfield where Grandpa flew from, saw where he his quarters were above ground, and where they stayed underground when bombing raids were on. The fire brigade is now in charge of this area, and the deputy chief kindly escorted us.

Conditions underground must have been terrible. Not enough ventilation, generators and transformers going, dank and dark, no natural light, cramped spaces. I can imagine Grandpa would have just got on with the job, raining as cheerful as possible.

It was too dark to take good photos, but here are some