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Having successfully bombed the target, they are hit themselves, the aircraft goes into the most violent of death-throes that pins him to the floor was he standing throughout this flight anyway? Where would a "second dickie" sit in a fully manned Halifax? Somehow he bails out, lands in Germany, and starts his evasion; via Holland, Belgium, France, and Spain to Gibraltar and a return to Ops. Highly reccomended reading, for there in one inexperienced 19 year old pilot's account is the 5 star feedback satisfied customer's recommendation of the Comet Line, and the varied and multi-national volunteers that manned it!
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