Some stuff captured from work in progress on Operation Sealion mission 6 for Cliffs of Dover.
"Operation Sealion, Sept 23: On the third day of the German invasion German forces captured Folkestone port and Lympne airfield. Large numbers of civilians remain trapped behind enemy lines due to the speed and surprise of the attack. German ships are now able to unload directly to the docks at Folkestone and an air bridge has been established at Lympne to ferry Luftwaffe aircraft and supplies to this new Luftwaffe base in England. British forces have consolidated their defences north of Folkestone on the ridge at Killingwood. The German XXXI army corps is en-route to Lympne, with the 8th Panzer Division pushing on Killingwood ridge. British long range artillery targets Folkestone Harbour."
So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?