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Updated: May 18, 2025
"No names named." "I said a spalpeen let you down," O'Malley growled. "And what happened to you?" O'Malley grinned. "Me? Oh, I had the boys tuck an extra sixty gallons o' gas aboard. The colonel said we was to handle fixing the tanks, so I fixed mine like that." "You dropped out of sight at Huls in a hurry," Stan said.
When they entered the mess, the boys greeted them warmly and crowded around. There was no trace of resentment or jealousy. The fellows were eager to know what had happened over Huls. Stan and O'Malley were the only two pilots to get back. Sim sat at a table alone. Stan talked with the boys a while, then walked over to where Sim was seated. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
Twice they were blasted by machine guns, but they were flying so low the German detector system had not spotted them. They were put down as Mosquito bombers out hunting locomotives and trains: "We're coming in now," O'Malley called. He had swung wide of Huls and was headed for some low hills.
His pointer moved along a red ribbon. "The bomber objective is a fighter station and a plant near Huls. Ordinarily we'd turn back just beyond Antwerp. Today we'll have a flight along which will carry enough extra gasoline to add two-hundred-twenty miles in range.
He could not make them out, but he knew the ship was a bomber returning from Huls. There was no time for further looking. The Thunderbolt hit and hit hard, as though she had slammed into a stone wall. She slewed around, jerked and bobbed, slamming Stan back against his shock pad. He palmed the hatch cover open and kicked loose from his belt and chute harness.
Stan was sure it was intentional, but he could never prove it. Another thing that worried him was that he did not know how much gasoline he had used out of his reserve before he kicked his tanks loose. He was flight leader of the group headed for Huls. If he went on with his flight and there was much dogfighting, going and coming, he might not get home. Sim's voice came in.
Stan raked a pennant off the top of a building without seeing the building at all. After that he called to O'Malley. "Hey, you. Get up a bit!" "Sure, an' the scenery is foine down here," O'Malley called back. But he did take a little more altitude. They roared in over Germany and headed for Huls.
"Sure, an' I'll be after seein' Colonel Holt meself." O'Malley ran his fingers through his mop of red hair. "I'd as soon have this Jones bird after me as not." After that the talk got around to the raid on Huls. Allison's ship had come through with only a few bullet holes. His bombardier had laid their eggs squarely on a factory building. It had been a good show for the Forts and Libs.
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