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"You don't seem to like the colonel's idea," Stan said. "We've tried it before, sir," the sergeant replied. "What happened?" "The boys got jumped out of cloud cover and were sitting ducks for the Jerries," the sergeant said sourly. "Too much cloud cover and too many Jerries for that stuff." Stan grinned. "I'll drop around and let you know how it works this time."
You're headed for the Old Man." His lips pulled tight. "I don't blame you, but I didn't pull that stunt to get you cut out. It was a boner on my part." "It was," Stan agreed dryly. "And I'm not squawking to the colonel." Sim looked Stan in the eye; he flushed a deep red. "I figured I was so good I could cut back and take out all three Jerries." "Forget it," Stan said and grinned.
He was stunting so wildly and slamming lead so fast the Jerries began giving him a wide berth. Stan began to realize that their mission was not to be any picnic. One Thunderbolt went down, slashed open by a cannon shell. No chute blossomed out beneath it as it twisted and rolled toward earth. There were too many Me's and Focke-Wulf fighters.
Sim was flying his cover, having dropped back for that purpose. "I guess he's all right," Stan muttered. "He's making it his personal business to see that I get through." At that moment two FW's dived down at the tail ships. Stan did not shift course. All Sim had to do was to make a pass at the Jerries, loop over and shoo them away. Suddenly Stan realized Sim was not making a pass.
Kotzebue has devoted sixty pages to its bon bons and savories; others more modestly give you only a diary of their own fricasseed chicken and champagne, and information of a still lower sort is supplied by the delectable Mr. Hone, for the instruction of our Jerries and Corinthian Toms.
The flocks of Jerries up above were taken by surprise because this was not according to the book. The Yanks should be keeping altitude, holding them pinned to the sky, and they were due any moment to start running for home. Stan and his crew covered the limping bomber and she began to pull up into place where her flight had slowed to help her.
I forgot to say we dumped our guns and everything else we could pry loose. I guess that saved us." Allison leaned back. "When you fellows going to shift over? This is the real thing." "Sitting duck stuff," O'Malley snorted. "You jest sit there an' take it. You never fired a gun on the whole trip." "No," Allison admitted. "But we bagged six Jerries and there was plenty of shooting.
"6/10 cloud over station six." Station six was a Luftwaffe fighter field. The colonel scowled and shook his head. "Are the big boys going out?" "Yes, sir. Conditions over target are very good." Weather grinned when he said it. "We won't get much of a whack at the Jerries," the colonel said rather testily. "The Forts and Libs will make it through," Weather said with a lot of cockiness.
"I went into the smoke and did not see it until I flew over it on the ground." Silence followed this remark. Finally the colonel spoke. "We'll report him missing in action and hope for the best." "Sure, an' I'm thinkin' the Jerries were plenty mad," O'Malley said grimly. "The thing to do is to check with bomber operations and locate the spots where they run into the most fighters.
'Suppose you have Tom, and Ann Eliza, and Hilly, Jerrie suggested, and after a little demur Arthur consented, and the names of Tom, and Ann Eliza, and Billy were added to the list, which, in the course of time, created some little confusion in the Gretchen home, where Jerries, and Maudes, and Harolds, and Arthurs abounded in great profusion, these being the favorites of the children, who in most instances were allowed to choose for themselves.
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