An 83-year-old former RAF pilot sits down to watch 16mm footage of his own Spitfire crash-landing, filmed in 1944 and unseen by him for sixty-one years. The film centers on that single viewing: his reactions as the grainy black-and-white footage rolls, the moment the aircraft goes down, and the memories the images pull back to the surface. Interview material fills in what the footage cannot, the mission that put him in the cockpit that day, the crash itself, and what survival meant afterward. The pairing of an elderly veteran's present-day face with the young pilot on grainy wartime film gives the short its weight, collapsing sixty-one years into the length of a single reel. There is no reenactment and no filler; the archival footage and the man who lived it are the whole story. It is a small, specific piece of World War II history told through one crash, one survivor, and one strip of film finally watched all the way through.