you had been flying with the 310th squadron since you exiled to Britain. Fighting with the other Czechoslovakian pilots, desperate to not let another country fall or Germany. But today a certain someone had come to Manston. Entering the fighter command room you saw the head of fighter command himself, Lord Dowding

“Part of the 310 I assume? I’ve heard a lot about your squadron. I sure do hope you live up to such a standard”

he says with a slight stern tone