Thr powers that be will be FUMING if Tommy Robinson gets found not guilty.

The beautiful gallos statue at tintagnel castle in Cornwall.

He had already escaped the burning aircraft. He could have kept running. Instead, he turned back to save a man who could not escape. On 16 March 1944, 20-year-old RAF trainee navigator Bill Foxley was aboard a Wellington bomber that crashed shortly after take-off from Castle Donington. Bill made it out alive. Then he heard a fellow crewman trapped inside the burning aircraft. Without hesitation, he went back. The flames had turned the bomber into an inferno. Bill reached his wireless operator and tried to pull him to safety. But as he escaped through the astrodome, the fire caught him. His crewmate did not survive. Bill did, but the cost was devastating. The fire destroyed much of his face and hands. He lost his right eye, and his remaining sight was severely damaged. At Queen Victoria Hospital in East Grinstead, surgeon Sir Archibald McIndoe and his team performed 29 operations over three and a half years, working painstakingly to repair the injuries that had changed Bill's life forever. Yet some wounds could not be seen. For years, strangers stared at his scars. On trains between Crawley and London, passengers sometimes approached the empty seat beside him, noticed his face and quietly moved away. Imagine surviving a burning aircraft, enduring years of surgery, only to face another kind of pain in everyday life: being treated as though your appearance made you someone to fear. Bill refused to let bitterness define him. When people recoiled from his scars, he sometimes reassured them with a gentle sense of humour: “It's all right. I'm not going to bite you.” Even after everything he had endured, he could still offer kindness to people who did not know how to respond to him. He returned to work, built a successful career as a facilities manager and continued running long distances well into his seventies. He also appeared in the 1969 film Battle of Britain, helping bring the experiences of badly burned airmen closer to public understanding. But it was what he did for others that made his life especially remarkable. As a member of the Guinea Pig Club, Bill supported fellow survivors whose lives had been transformed by devastating burns. His commitment extended to helping wounded servicemen and disabled people find opportunities to rebuild their lives. Think about that for a moment. The young airman who had once risked everything to save a trapped comrade spent decades helping others discover that life could still hold purpose, dignity and hope after unimaginable suffering. He could not change that terrible night in 1944. He could not bring his crewmate back or erase the injuries he had carried for the rest of his life. But he could decide what those injuries would mean. Bill Foxley chose courage over bitterness, compassion over resentment and service over surrender. His scars told the story of what he had survived. His actions told the story of who he was. First, he walked back into the flames for another man. Then, for the rest of his life, he helped others find their way forward. Bill Foxley was far more than a survivor. He was a reminder that the truest measure of courage is not simply how much a person can endure, but how much kindness they can still give afterwards. May his courage, his compassion and his extraordinary service never be forgotten. Lest we forget.