From the moment Jack Mitchell joined the R.A.F. and began his flying training as a pilot, he was a marked man. He was pointed out to strangers; his mates used to whisper about him; his every move was watched. And when his pilot's wings were eventually pinned to his chest, even the R.A.F. expected great things from Jack.
Why, why, why did he have so much to live up to? And did he?