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"Correction, two degrees port," I muttered, my breath fogging the glass. "Hold... hold..." RAF LIBERATOR OVER THE EASTERN FRONT: A Bomb Ai...
I leaned into the rubber eyepiece of the Mark XIV bomb sight. My world narrowed to a crosshair. The heating suit was failing; my fingers felt like brittle glass inside my silk liners. To my left, the twin .50-calibers looked like frozen iron rods. More on the Mk XIV bomb sight or
"Turn us for home, Skip," I said, leaning back against the cold glass. To my left, the twin
Behind us, the smoke rose straight and black into the pale blue sky—a signal fire for the advancing T-34s we would never see, for a victory we would only read about in the papers a week later. If you'd like to ,