The night the legs arrived everyone had a big time. When the Germans captured Wing Commander Douglas Bader, D.S.O., they had been amazed at the gallantry of this boy, with no legs of his own, whose duralumin pair were crushed when his plane was shot down.
They had (according to last week's version of the tale) offered the R.A.F. a two-hour local armistice to come over with a spare pair and drop them unmolested on a Netherlands field. The R.A.F. had refused, saying it would drop bombs and the legs at the same time. It did.
The Germans ducked the bombs, picked up...
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