Desperate Journey Page #2

What's our indicated air speed, please?

Three forty.

- Thanks. You guessed right.

- Guessed it?

I felt it. Tell him how

your old man flew the last war...

...with a float compass

and the seat of his pants. Go on.

If you get a kick

out of doing figures, go ahead.

But I'll tell you

when we're over the target.

That's you again. You promised you'd

tell me how to do that. You never did.

- Will you have a sandwich, sir?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Will you save me the bag?

- Yeah, here you are.

Hello, skipper?

Position due north of Swinemunde.

Turn to one-six-two.

Turn to one-six-two.

Right.

Put one-six-two on the gyro.

- Take over now, Terry.

- Right.

Look at those clouds.

- I bet they stretch clear into Poland.

They may open.

I'll bet you five

to a stick of bombs they don't.

You can hold the stakes in your lap.

- Any contact checks?

- Nope. Not a thing.

We're nearly over the objective.

Hello, Johnny?

Keep an eye open for landmarks.

Landmarks? I'm more likely to see

a noodle in that soup.

Halt.

Attention, attention, airport.

Four-motored bomber,

9500 meter, position M-5.

Well, looks like we go down under, eh?

We've got an hour's extra petrol.

We'll stay high.

- Maybe the clouds will open.

- Those clouds? Ha.

Why not go down, get it over with?

Too chancy.

You heard what that fellow said...

...about a concentration of anti-aircraft

to protect the point.

- Yeah, but...

- We'd be sitter shots.

Under that low ceiling.

Bet you if we did go down,

we'd take them by surprise.

Could blast them out

before they knew what hit them.

If we had the flight here,

we might try it with one plane.

But since we're the only plane

and the objective must be knocked out...

...we'll cruise around.

Keep your eye open...

...for a break in the clouds.

- All right.

What's that?

- What's what?

I don't know. Looks like a shadow.

Jed. Get him out of here, quick.

We got him. We got him.

You got him. Get 42 more,

you'll tie your old man's record.

Nice shooting. Hang on to something.

- I'm going down through this muck.

- But skipper said...

Brace yourself, boy. Ready up front?

- Ready here.

- All right.

First one to spot anything,

give me a call. Hang on.

Hello, Johnny. Drop a flare. Drop a flare.

There's the rail line.

Hello, Johnny. Hello, Johnny.

We're gonna circle and come back in.

Bomb doors open.

Going in now. Going in now.

One thousand feet at 300 per.

One thousand feet at 300 per.

Ten degrees right. Ten degrees right.

You're on.

Steady as you go.

Both port engines are gone.

Hello, Edwards. Hello, Edwards.

Communicator's knocked out.

Tell the men to stand by

for a crash landing.

- Are we hit bad?

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