Just over 70 years ago as I write, the first and last major aeronautical-only battle raged in the skies over southern England. The outcome, although dismissed by the Germans at the time as an unimportant side-show, was crucial to the outcome of the Second World War. For the first time, the Germans had received a set-back. And by failing to invade Britain or bring it to its knees, the Germans left off the coast of Europe an unsinkable aircraft carrier from which bomber fleets would one day pummel Germany day and night, and from which the operation to liberate Europe would be launched. Churchill's immortal "Few" changed the course of history. Without them, the Soviet juggernaut might have finally stopped at the Channel, instead of in central Germany.
The interesting thing that this book brings out is exactly that - the Germans failed, not that the British succeeded. As the Duke of Wellington said at Waterloo, it was a "damned close-run thing". The British survived, and that's all, but it was enough. All the cards were apparently in German hands. They had a big air force. In the Messerschmitt 109 they had the best fighter in the world, one that bested the early model of Reginald Mitchell's gorgeous Spitfire in nearly every department. And they were often flown by people such as Adolf Galland, hardened combat veterans of the Condor Legion in Spain. However, they were handicapped by being forced to use the wrong tactics, and by the facts that they had only a few minutes over the target and that every pilot shot down over England was a pilot lost, whereas an RAF flyer, if uninjured, was ready to fly again.
The British made up for their deficiencies in equipment and experience by being better organised and knowing exactly what they had to do. Sir Hugh Dowding, Head of Fighter Command, with a feeling for what lay ahead, sought to prevent his fighter squadrons being used up in France, which won him no friends. His devotion to doing the job no matter whose toes he stood on, and his total lack of interest in political machinations would eventually be instrumental in losing him his job. Dowding's 2-I-C Keith Park carefully husbanded his fighter squadrons, rotating them regularly to rest them adequately. Lord Beaverbrook's command of aviation production and his ruthless steamrollering of every bureaucratic obstacle ensured that Fighter Command ended the Battle with more fighter aircraft than it had when it started - the problem was always the loss of pilots. British aircraft repair services got damaged planes back into the fight with an efficiency that left the Germans in the shade. And radar and central control of the air war gave the RAF major advantages. In the meantime, Bomber Command raided targets regularly, even Berlin. These were relative pinpricks, but it gave the Germans the uneasy feeling that it was not all going to be plain sailing. And they were instrumental in making the Germans change tactics, to bombing cities, thus giving Fighter Command's battered airfields a respite.
In contrast, the Luftwaffe flew its aircrews to the point of exhaustion, and watched their numbers, morale and efficiency plummet as the annihilated RAF (according to propaganda) kept on coming at them with the same vigour as before. "Oh, look, here comes the last squadron of Spitfires," was the bitter joke.
The author is excellent in seeing things from both sides. He has talked to people who fought on both sides and got their views. He also includes the wider picture - you get not only the Battle of Britain, but also an examination of the preceding Battle of France, as well as a look at the submarine war, which, if prosecuted to the extent that old submariner Admiral Doenitz desired, could have brought Britain to its knees more efficiently than any air campaign. Altogether an interesting and informative account of the dramatic events of 1940.