By
June 1940 Britain stood alone. The mighty war machine that was
the German Third Reich had mercilessly crushed Poland. Norway
had fallen, followed by the low Countries and finally France.
Now only the twenty miles of English Channel stood between the
armies of the Reich and Britain. But before they could invade
Britain, Goering's mighty Luftwaffe must crush the RAF into oblivion.
But
what the Reichsmarschall had failed to grasp was the sheer determination,
ferocity, and outstanding bravery with which the young pilots
of RAF Fighter Command would fight. For the next two and a half
months the skies over southern England would bear testament to
the fight as this small band of young warriors who duelled continuously
with the very cream of the Luftwaffe.
Outnumbered,
but never outfought, by the end of September the valiant pilots
of the RAF were exhausted, but so were their adversaries. The
fight for the Battle of Britain was over, the battle had been
won and Britain was saved.