From the Phoney War of 1939 to the Battle of Britain in 1940, the pilots of Hornet Squadron learn their lessons the hard way. Hi-jinks are all very well on the ground, but once in a Hurricane?s cockpit, the best killers keep their wits close. Newly promoted Commanding Officer Fanny Barton has a job on to whip the Hornets into shape before they face the Luftwaffe?s seasoned pilots. And sometimes Fighter Command, with its obsolete tactics and stiff doctrines, is the real menace. As with all Robinson?s novels, the raw dialogue, rich black humour and brilliantly rendered, adrenalin-packed dogfights bring the Battle of Britain, and the brave few who fought it, to life.
Oh, wait . . .
The mordant tone of this novel is a useful corrective to some of the more dewy-eyed hagiography about the Few. But it obscures the fact that while every military organization is screwed up to some degree, Britain's air defense system was brilliantly thought out and led from the top, while the Luftwaffe's screwups started from the top and permeated downward.
An entertaining read though -- but very dark and sardonic in tone.