When last we saw Lambie in Donald Lambie’s War — Episode Two, he was on his way to Bellaria from a Personnel Transit Centre in the south of Italy after having finished a short refresher Spitfire flying course at Guado, Italy.

When last we saw our intrepid aviator, in Episode One of Donald Lambie’s War, he had boarded His Majesty’s Troopship Andes in Halifax for a crossing of the Atlantic. …

Don Lambie died before he even knew that his album was found. What right did we have to even have it in our possession, let alone pore over it with the intent of publishing it. It was, after all, his personal story not ours. What compelled us to tell his story, the story of a man we never met?

Unlike a painting which is the artist's perception of what he sees, a photograph captures that moment in time when the shutter is released. Photography, especially that of its early practitioners,…

For most young testosterone-fueled, newly-winged pilots of the Second World War, being a fighter pilot was the plum assignment, the glory job, the best of the best - a fighting man with the fastest and the…

This past summer, while researching images of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan operations at No. 36 Service Flying Training School at Penhold, Alberta, I went to one of the greatest …

If there ever was a heartland of Canada, a place where our traditional pre-electronic age Canadian values of humility, hard work, family, honesty and cheerfulness are alive and well, …

The stories of the heroic airmen of the Second World War that we are all familiar with and which command our interest and our passion for history, are stories of flight training and the adventures and tragedies…

Initialement prévue comme une série en deux parties, ce récit des expériences d’un homme pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale s’étendra désormais sur trois épisodes. C’est l’histoire d’un pilote ordinaire de Spitfire à la toute fin…

De tous les anciens combattants de la Seconde Guerre mondiale que j’ai rencontrés et au sujet desquels j’ai écrit au fil des ans, celui que je connaissais le mieux, que j’aimais le plus et que je manquais le plus profondément…