The Last Mission
Language: English
Pages: 300
ISBN: B00ET80UJ0
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In 1943 and 1944, the Army Air Force flew bombing raids over Germany from bases in England. The losses of men and planes were horrific, a lottery of death in which young American Fliers counted each day as their last. One of those fliers now returns to his World War II base. He brings with him the answer to a wartime murder, a crime that was lost in the gap between English law and American military authority. He also brings a burning need to know the fate of the girl he loved, and then abandoned at the war's end. The Last Mission is the story of a life that reached a crossroads at the intersection of war and peace, and the decisions that weren't seen until long after they had been made. Now, back at the base where his manhood was forged, he wonders what might have been if he had taken another direction.
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Maneuvers they were burning fuel at a faster rate. They needed at least a third of a tank to make it back to England. The German interceptors had suffered staggering losses, but there were still enough of them up there to take a few more runs at us. “Turn right to two seventy-five at my mark,” Mast’s voice ordered. And then, “Mark!” Randlett eased the wheel. We banked and turned until the plane that had been ahead of us was now above and to the left. “She’s heavy as hell,” Glenn said. “The.
Purple Heart, which meant that your body wasn’t lost somewhere in the clouds, nor was it packed in a canvas bag to facilitate shipment. It was considered an omen of good fortune, like a rabbit’s foot or a four-leaf clover. I remember that Todd found the footlocker when he was about ten. That would have been in the midsixties. The medals fascinated him, and he brought them to me for an explanation. He seemed proud when I told him why they had been awarded, and he wanted me to display them on the.
Was planning, and he certainly didn’t want to intrude, but he understood how difficult it was going to be for young people to pick up their lives after the war. And, if he could help in any way… I thanked him, but said I had no idea when “after the war” might be, or what kind of situation I might be facing. He could certainly appreciate how unpredictable the future was, but if Kay and I were being held back by a lack of money… I told him that money wasn’t even a factor at this point in time.
Being just like us. We were overwhelmed with gratitude, and so instead of letting Todd become what he wanted to be, we determined for him what he should be. He should keep his hair short and parted, just like mine. He should wear a white shirt, tie, and jacket in close imitation of my three-piece grays. He should develop his skills at paperwork. Toe the mark, and his mentors were pleased. Exhibit a bit of individuality, and there were frowns and scowls to pull him back into line. Through his six.
Them. Linen, china, liquor, and our groceries.” “But the rooms are unchanged?” She thinks for an instant. “Unchanged since I’ve been here. Probably a lot longer than that.” She reads the sudden excitement in my eyes. “Would you like to go up and have a look? It’s not tidy, but it is clean. We’re up and down every day.” I finish the drink in an instant and follow her up the stairs. At the top of the steps there’s a sign for the WC, with an arrow aimed to the left. The space over the sitting.