Bon Jour,
Odd that you should ask about Mozzies, There are quite a few about, I recently saw one in Reno, but then one sees everything in Reno and Las Vegas.
Roger (Him wot lives next door) is a batchelor and fellow yachtsman, drives about in a 1927 Boat Tailed Rolls, or his 1952 bright red XK140 has just returned from wintering in New Zealand where his sister and nephews have a practce (nothing but medical types in his family) .
Brought back a special edition of their newspaper which showed photos and the story of Building a Mosquito from scratch for an American.. It had its maiden flight and scoot around the Island. It was quite a feat.
He even sent me a You Tube of the process and flight.
I never saw a real Hurricane. I would have liked that. Naturally one flies in lots of aircraft during training. I feel contented when I think of some....New Oxfords which smelled of rich leather (from the seats) at RAF Wellesboune doing navigational training, Lancasters at RAF Ripon, RAF Shepherds Grove and RAF Watton, Did an OTU in Spitfires in RAF Leuchars (Buzzed our house not far away), Tried out DC3.s at RAF Benson prior to being posted to do quick jobs for military intelligence services in the rather aromatic and exotic Far East.
My first medal and bar was for the Malayan thing . RAF Seletar, RAF Tengah and RAF Changi where we did jobs for army chaps. Then in RAF Kuala Lumpur, RAF Butterworh near Burma where the baddies were blowing up trains, bridges and road transport, Then lovely and serene RAF Tanjog Bungahwith its temples and freezing cold high mountain streams and pools. To RAF Tricomalee in Sri Lanka for a bit of a war before leaving for assorted places in Borneo, Jesselton, Sandakan and Chunking where the army were having a spot of bother with uprisings. Then a rest at RAF Kai Tak in Hong Kong where they were not.
Some joker from London Air Ministry arrived and sent us off to Saigon to practice our High School French and where we even get shot at on the ground on the airfieds of Bien Hoa. But..... their messes provided wonderfully assorted wines with every exquisite meal, but never at brekky...
Did a few jobs on the way back home at RAF Aden in the Yemen finally to become a civilian at RAF Halton.
So there.......The rollicking life of a teen aged airman in two paragraphs.
Somehow, I think that you would have enjoyed and done well at that.
Tony