An English Airman Foresees his Death

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>At the turn of the millennium Antony Rose is one of The Few still alive from the Battle of Britain. He is living out his twilight years alone deep in the Norfolk countryside. Company is limited to the butcher the baker and a couple of surly lifeguards at the local Leisure Pool where he keeps himself fit and trim. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No matter for whom for what. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It's a fate he wouldn't object to if he weren't always so cold and broke. </span></p><p>He comes to believe his beguiling daughter-in-law is trying to put him away in a rest home or do away with him somehow in order to collect on his goods and chattels. Then a new neighbour a rich widow with whom he'd formed some attachment becomes part of the conspiracy. His only defence is his son Alex but they don't get on even on the irregular monthly visits. Antony is a tee-total curmudgeon who knows oblivion is nigh. Alex is a mealy-mouthed Christian who likes a drink. No help there. </p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The fighter ace tries to duck and weave his way through this last dogfight but the enemy is too wily and too strong for him this time in his 79th year. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Once secured in the rest home he foresees his death but strangely without rancour. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He knows he would not do it all again.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>