My Dad wearing his Irvin jacket – issued to all pilots.  He pointed out that while invaluable to men flying in bombers over the North Sea, he, as a fighter pilot hardly ever wore it in action. It was perfect, he said, for flying at 35,000 feet when it was so cold it froze everything, but it was too bulky to fit easily in the small cockpit of the Spitfire and back at lower levels it was after all August and September with temperatures to match!

« Back to Galleries