One of Our Aircraft Is Missing Page #2

He was on the reparations commission.

Stuttgart was capital of Wrttemberg,

once a kingdom on its own.

That's right. The biggest paper there

is called the Wrttemberger Zeitung.

Liesel used to read it to me out loud.

Over Dutch coast.

Geoff, George, look out for fighters.

lf my course is right,

we'll be getting some flak soon.

(Anti-aircraft fire)

Your course seems all right, Frank.

- Cologne's just come off the air.

- l don't blame her.

Railroad ahead.

Got it. Main line to Cologne.

l've travelled on that line

and l was going to Stuttgart.

Mannheim on our right.

Tom, give them some leaflets.

Okey-doke.

Give them the Ashley special.

(Booming)

lt's good for you.

Hold the course, John, over River Neckar.

John, do you see what l see?

Big fire, dead ahead.

We're in the wrong end, John.

(Anti-aircraft fire)

- Can l have a smack at the searchlight?

- OK, give it a squirt or two.

(Machine-gun fire)

Can l have a go too, Skipper?

No favouritism.

OK.

(Machine-gun fire)

Now who's in the wrong end?

What's that fire?

Bet that's Queenie on the job.

And that'll be Tommy.

All right, do another circuit.

Bomb doors.

Bomb doors open.

- OK, let's go down.

- Going down.

4,000.

3,600.

Level out.

Steady.

Left, left.

Steady.

All bombs gone.

Shall l transmit, sir, mission completed?

Crikey!

How about it, Tom?

Starboard engine's packed up.

Port's all right.

Hello, Bob. lntercoms working?

Yes, sir, radio's dead though.

George, everything organised?

- You may get your hands full.

- All right, Skipper.

We'll sort 'em out, won't we, George?

How about it, Bob?

Completely cheese, sir, all tubes blown.

- How about cut out the corners, Frank?

- All set. Shortest route over Mainz.

Alter course to 301 , Johnny.

Bob, destroy your code signals.

l have, sir. They taste filthy.

Speed still dropping, only 90 now.

l'll try a steep dive. Hang on, everybody.

lt's no use, chaps.

We'll have to stooge home on one engine.

At this rate, she may stall any minute.

- Shall l get out and push?

- Where are we, Frank?

Over Holland. Amersfoot.

Can you see a railroad?

l'm not sure. How about you, Tom?

Yes, l think so.

That's the main line

from Amersfoot to Hilversum.

Blast! That's both engines packed up now.

(Engine splutters)

We'll have to jump for it, boys.

- Geoff. George.

- (Both) Sir.

- Frank. Bob. Tom.

- OK.

- l'm here.

- Stand by to abandon aircraft.

Shall we chance it together or go solo?

- Together.

- How?

Bail out along the railroad,

Skipper's last to leave.

lf we all follow the railroad northwest,

we're bound to find each other.

Tom, jump.

Frank, jump.

Geoff, jump.

George, jump.

Bob, jump.

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