In the last 30 years, Marshal of the R.A.F. Sir Arthur Harris has progressed from attacking Iraqi and Indian tribes men in a bailing-wire kite to crumpling the huge Nazi war machine with his powerful, purring Bomber Command.
Fortnight ago, in one of the first books to be published by one of Britain's service chiefs (Bomber Offensive; Collins, Lon don), the pink-mustached, apoplectic "Bomber" flew back over his career, then scattered some incendiaries closer to home.
Some were duds, but others might burn brightly.
Roared angry Sir Arthur, the strategy required to defeat the Germans was minuscule compared to the strategy required...
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