Way back when, I managed a custom-framing shop, hand-building frames for art.
One day an old, pale guy comes in with a photo reprint. Clearly a squadron reunion, old guys posing in front of a Spitfire. He spoke accented English, so I asked where he was from and what was the print about?
Turns out he'd flown PZL 11s in Poland until their defeat, then got to the UK through the Balkans route. He started training in Hurris during the BoB and I think he said he got one kill there, then the squadron transitioned to Spits the next year or so and they did rodeo-type stuff for the next couple of years.
That got me to reading about those guys, and damned if they weren't some fightin' fools. You meet some cool folks that way, in retail, especially in SoCal. Also met and got to know a 1st Marine who'd been on Bloody Ridge, that way.