When Dad was in the RAF every morning he had his breakfast in the mess hall and every morning he used to see a young officer. They never spoke to each other but always gave each other a nod and a smile. A handsome chap Dad use to say . This went on for months until one morning he wasn't there . He wasn't there the next day or the next. So on the four day Dad went to make enquiries about him. Only to be told the officer had died fours days ago in the line of duty. He was nineteen.