A single pilot aircraft. Lanc?
To walk through a Lanc on the ground, as one can in Nanton, is to gain an appreciation for what an incredibly dangerous job the lads on heavies had during the war.
The main spar runs through the fuselage , slightly higher than your knees, just behind the radio operator's table. Dorsal turret's behind that, at exactly the right high to smack your head forcefully if you're not mindful. Leaving that aircraft, in the dark, and on fire, over Germany, wearing clothes that increase your bulk appreciably while experiencing G's in all three axis would be nigh on impossible.
Look how closely the pilot and bomb aimer are packed in there. Suicidal.
I truly hate war. The waste of it. The needless destruction. Things are lost that can never be regained - monuments, cities, and worst of all lives, not just of the people who die in the conflict, but those who are never born because Dad's in a grave in France, or Mom was killed in a raid. God knows who we've lost.
I wish we were a species that could move beyond this sort of thing, but I fear we are not. It's deep in the wiring. We covet the possessions of others. We demonize those different from ourselves. And with time and the right political leaders, we can be convinced the other guy is "asking for it". We're not much removed from apes in the jungle, smashing the heads of the other apes when they try to take our coconuts.
I wish we could all just get along.