It was the time of the Blitz. The British Isles under continuous attack of the Luftwaffe and the German invasion seemed imminent. The only thing holding the Germans at bay weye the brave pilots of the RAF in their Spitfire and Hurricanes and the sheer courage and determination of the British people whose iron will stood unshaven in the face of German bombs. Everything revolved around the defense of Britain and the people sacrificed much. Many children were sent to the countryside in the hopes of sparing them from the horrors of war in the fire bombed cities. Throughout all this the pilots of the RAF dueled the Luftwaffe for supremacy intercepting them on the coast and fighting fierce battles over the White Cliffs of Dover. Despite the violence of this terrible war, there was still hope, and the British people looked towards the future. A future were there would be peace again, future when the children could return home from the country again to be reunited with their families, a future where the nights would not have to spent in damp shelters, or in the Tube, but in the comfort of the family hearth, a future where there was no fear of invasion, a future when the blue skies were not filled with black smoke and the sounds of roaring aircraft engines. A future where humanity was not trying to kill themselves in the air, but instead the bluebirds could fly in peace once again over the White Cliffs of Dover. This was their hope for the future.