It is Christmas Eve 1957. Flying home on leave from Germany he is alone in the cockpit of the Vampire. Sixty-six minutes of flying time with the descent & landing
- destination Lakenheath. No problem all routine procedures. Then out over the North sea the fog begins to close in. Radio contact ceases & the compass goes haywire. Suddenly out of the mist appears a World War II bomber. It is flying just below the Vampire as of trying to make contact...