I stood outside the Military Aviation Museum in the cool breeze, holding my daughter in my arms as the Spitfire and Hurricane engines roared. “Airplane! Look!” My daughter squealed over the noise of the propellers of the World War II military aircraft. Because the weather was so windy, the working military planes were not going to fly, but the presence of these aircraft was an impressive thing to behold. Commemorating Service My grandad’s cousin, George Eric Clifford Genders, nicknamed “Jumbo” because of the size of his ears, was a pilot in the UK’s Royal Air Force during World War II. He flew a Spitfire similar to the one before me. On later missions, flew them stripped down to only two .50-inch machine guns in order to reach an altitude high enough to engage a Luftwaffe Ju.86P, a German plane, generally untouched by Allied forces. I had heard plenty of stories …