This is not a hot ship. It is a clapped-out Spitfire V, the kind chased off the continent by the FW190 back in 1942. Just to complete the degradation, the fitters are men of VS-7 Squadron, who usually worked with the floatplane spotters that operated from United States Navy cruiser and battleship catapults.
The old race horse put in harness beside the nag is just as much a nag. It just has bitter memories of glory to keep it going. Normandy, it has been decided, is not a place for floatplane spotters, so some Spitfire VLFs were handed over to the United States Navy and the Fleet Air Arm.
The question no-one ever asks is: why?