HMS Cornwall
My father joined the RAF at 17 in 1941.
Being colour blind between red and green (which he hadn't realised until then!) clobbered his ambition to be a Spitfire pilot.🤔
He became a Radar Technician, a rare beast at that time, and after D Day followed the RAF fighter squadrons across Europe erecting radar stations. His favourite squadron was #29 Spitfires. I inherited his Squadron Badge.
The only stories he told of that time were about building the antenna masts out of empty beer cans, and what went on during the emptying! 😮
Never a word about what he must have seen and witnessed along the way.
Cheers, Doug 😎