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Ernie
NANCY
I'VE BEEN BEGGIN' AUNT FRITZ!
VACATION TO. TAKE ME ON A
DOWN SOUTH--- BUT NO
LUCK!
YES--- I'VE DECIDED TO TAKE NANCY THERE IT'S A BEAUTIFUL PLACE --
PALM TREES --- SOFT
MUSIC!
ОН BOY!
Greatest Story of the R. A. F.
Specially written from
the film the King
saw and enjoyed
yet told
THE LION HAS WINGS
coming closer and closer as the spect of the plane increased.
The pilot looked below. There THE pilot of the leading plane sat at his controls. was a sparkle in his eye, a look of anticipation that boded ill for
There would be no excite-the Nazis!
ment for a long while yet, "Hullo, bit of excitement but he was strung up and down there," and he jerked his his eyes were fixed grimly head downwards. The R.A.F.
Armada flushed onwits. . . . ahend.
In the forward turret sat the bow gunner, and, in the oflicer, "Ship's crew's bathing
"Yes," replied the navigating The pilot's lips creased in a
tail, another gunner sat, a smile. They can't have solitary sentinel protecting pected us!".
ex-
the plane from attack in the Suddenly, in a voice vibrant with excitement, the pilot
rear.
As the plane zoomed on yelled: "There she is!"
ward, the navigator sati
busily plotting the course
FAR below huy the
Kiel
while the wireless operator, Canal, the object of their trip. It lay, a tempting target with cars alert, kept vigil.
ton,"
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By
Jan Dalrymple
sullen faces.
ships resting, unsuspecting the the skies the planes returned inture ahead could be seen in those "Try and get Mr. Middle-hell that was about to be let quiet triumph.
chaffed the gunner, loose.
"Signal-line astern" came and "Sparks" grinned. He was seeking--less-friendly voice. sounds than that!
3
DOWN
bomb the
A
February 14, 1940...
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Suddenly the air became elec trie. The Air Officer Commander- fa-Chlef urgently summoned the Southern Group. "Ralda 1 and 2 are entering your area. Carry on and deal with them."
"Yes, sir," replied the Group Controller. He turned to another 'phone. "Braxted?".
Wing Commander Ralph Richard- son replied. He listened intently, "OK." Then gave his orders. “A Flight 299." It was zero hour.
of
WITH the enthusiasm small boys let out of school carlier than they expected, the pilots waiting near their Spit- fres leapt into action.
Propellers started to turn. Bobby fastened his parachute to his back, adjusted his goggles, and half- grinned at the other pilots who were to share the danger ahend.
Then he hopned nimbly into the cockpit of his plane, waved cheerily to the boys of the ground staff, and scudded off into the darkness.
"Flight A air-borne,"
reported: the telephone operator to Richard- son. "O.K.," replied Ralph. "Put B. Flight at readiness."
High in the heavens the Spit- Ares were flashing towards a death [duel. "Cornflower Red enlling sta- tion control," snapped Bobby into his radio.
"Cornflower Red 80 degrees- 2,000 feet a minute-speed 180..." replied Richardson,
Again Bobby spoke into his mierophone, this time to the pilot in the plane next to him. "O.K. Ted"
"Right with you, Bab!" replied Ted, chewing more ferealy at his gum.
"O.K. Dopey called Hob.
The pilot in the Third Spitfire
aat gazing into space, his face de- vold of all emotion. Those that didn't know Dopey for a sky dare- devil with a nerve of iron might have thought that he whe falling naleep al his controls. "Hey, Dopey are you O.K.?"
Dopey jerked to sudden realist-
Lord. tion, What? Good
YOR O.K... all serene!"" Bobby grinned. He knew his
"O.K. Gang-let's go!" yelled Bobby with a whoop of pure ex- citement.
Nearer came the Nazi bombers. Down below in Fighter Command
The iron heel of discipline held.
as their Commander them rigid on to the Innding field the raped out his final instructions. Dopey pilanes came, one by one to
As the officer finished his tirade bump with slowing-propellers-nver
the pilots clicked heela "Heil, From the plane the Verey pistol the rough turf and finally to come Hitler" they amapped, turning to "Nothing from our side, of spoke and the light from the pistol to rest.
One by one hatches in their the portrait of the Fuchrer that course,
Bir.
Wireless silence lashed through the air.
every movement of the enemy was "Right, here we go." called the stomachs opened and legs appeared, brooded from the wall. Then they was ordered. There's a spot of
being noted on the giant action map. activity from German station pilot. His hand flicked down the then ungainly figures in zip-fastener filed out to the wafting planes.
switches, while the homb aimer suits with all the bulk and pars-
At the Fighter Station Richardson A22, but it's all in code."
waited, taut and
alert. Down phernalia of parachutes and wire-
steadily stuck at his radio navigat- Jess cords.
MEANWHILE, in Britain, ing the air-knights above, "H'm
we'll be there in scudded the plane..
rife. Into the WDB A moment of inert relaxation and activity
"Five bandits six miles south- "Right," anapped an hour at our present speed,"
then the exitusted stripping off of telephone the Chief of Air Staff west," he rupped out to Bobby way remarked the pilot: "Gunner, almer. "Stendy." back in the tail in half an hour! Again the plane dipped, roaring unwieldinees.
through the sky. The bomb aimer's A stroke of the hair. A silent jerked his orders: "I've just re-up in the skies. The Spitfires ceived information that an circled. never losing speed. "Should muttered Meanwhile, you can let up!"
A smile. A whistle of relief. hand hovered over a switch. Below the sea lay calm and
rather shamefaced enemy attack is expected to-be any minute now," And down from the plane. cigarette.
night. Ruise balloon barrage." Richardson.
Suddenly Bobby's jaw. tightened. still nothing broke the mono-straight as a die, a grim ambassa- handshake.
Ilidden somewhere in Britain is) A tired lip of the finger to a tony of its surface. Steadily der of death, fell the first bomb.
A sudden violent cm-an organisation known as Fighter "Here they are, boys. No. 1 At- It hit the sea with thunderous friend. the plane followed its course. Suddenly a ship was seen be- force, exploding near the battleship barrassment at the discovery of Command, whence the entire de tack.... Go!"
and swirling the ocean into a cameramen, hotographers, all set fence of the British Isles against
for hero-worship, and a quick bolt air attack is directed. low.
"Destroyer ahend, air," re-angry crescendo of fury.
The dull roar of the explosion for the privacy of the mess.
That is how the real heroes of the ported the bomb-aimer,
resounded through the plane as it "Ours or theirs?" snapped swooped upwards on its non-stop Kiel Raid came home. back the pilot.
Alight. Another tomb fell, till
M closer this time, and again a giant awirl of water was flung up like a THROUGH the window the ferocious fountain. pilot and the observer gazed Across the declis of the battleship Sailors rushed frantic sallors us death down at the destroyer. were crowding round the signal rained so suddenly from the skies
Another bomb left the hatch..
down with unerring| down accuracy, it hit the battleship and sullen roar told that the bomb and found its mark,
light.
* *
"They're sending a message," said the pilot. "Get it."
Swiftly the bomb-aimer's pencil moved across his pad. As he wrote, he smiled.
*
Here is a miracle of organisation: Telephonists receive messages and roporte from every post in the country.
On a huge table is a map of the
TO-MORROW THE BATTLE
FUEL
AS though he had all the time Eastern half of Britnin, the North GAS in the world to spare, a shabby Sen and the German coast, and the individual strolled along a dock-map is divided into three sections, side and paused at a sailor's Southern Group, Midland Groun FOR U-BOATS
elbow.
tered.
"What's that?" growled sailor,
the
the
Nazi Shortage Of Petroleum GERMANY is now building a new type of U-boat which will use oxygen and hydrogen as
fuel,
and Northern Group. It is the "Har ni en ansticks" he mut-nerve centre of Britain's defence
system and that night it was hive of activity.
"To-night's the night" "We've hit him," snapped the "A match," urged the shabby brief message was passed from lip pilot suddenly, and the bomb-aimer stranger. He leaned close to the top and mouths tightened grimly
{ticipation, "There you are, sir," he said, gave the "Thumbs Up" signal. Besailor, and, cupping his hand to and eyes sparkled with cager an- Huddled in a bush by the side of a wood ent three civilian ob
Alrendy the Nazis are using a grade and showed the pilot the pad.ow, the grey ocean tossed amid the guard the flickering flame, he mut- On it were the words "Good smoke and debris hround the ship, tered: "Activity at Pirate Squadron
Suddenly there came the swift AZ2."
The sailor nodded brichy, and servers.
"To think that for years I've of spielt inferior to that of the Alles for their planes. Now they are.ex- luck!"
venomous snarl of machine-gun fire,
the the atranger shuffled into
wanted a dark room for develop lending the use of "ersatz" products It was getting near zero hour. cracking across the sky. intently the pilot handied his!
"Hey, step on it," rapped out the night...
Throwing his cigarette stubing, and now that every room into the submarine.
One of the now type of such U-boat controls, with the navigator|navigating officer, "you've got a
Messerschmitt on your tail!" nway, the sailor boarded his ship the house in dark, I'm stuck out close at his elbow.
atbirdal" grumbled one with "good is said to have undergone sea trials
already. Cutting through the sky came a and made his way to the wireless here in the bushes listening to the
equin. "Activity
humoured. snort -Action was mehr and there Nazi plane, hurling towards the operator's
"Listening for them!" retorted the was an air of tense expectancy British Invader, prepared for a Pirate Squadron A22. Code Group
his colleague. Suddenly in the plane. Tho bomb-aimer denth duel, eager to take lall of the X74479."
phone buzzed. "Hullo, yes, sir?" moved into position and the plane that had smashed the Nazi scribbled
A pause, then to his friends, wireless operator went forward. battleship.
"They expect 'em to-night!" There was no need for wireless
An answering hall of machine-
Northern Group, Midland Group, Southern Group... all were ready turret.
to give the invaders a warm wel "Alter course to 110 degrees,”
of machine-gun fire. The pilot and their plans were already suspected, come. And, hidden in the dark- called the navigator.
"Okay!" called back the pilot, navigating officer were straining a score of Nazi pilota stood, erectness, ant British pilot walling for "I'm going down to a hundred every fibre of their bodies, every and grim, as their commanding the word to take off.
Through the night zoomed the And all from the Messerschmitt harsh tones. feet for the run into the coast" nerve to outwit the enemy.
came this stream of death, while That night was to see an attack Nazi planes, and in the interior of
the Fighter Command alert Down the plane swooped, Ilke) some giant hawk sighting its the British plane gave back fierce, on the accursed shores of Britain, and cars were awaiting their com
And through' yet no enthusiasm for the adven- ing. prey. Below lay the coastline, grim answer.
now
his job was at a gun-gun fire burst from the back of the British plane.
The sky was alight with the filnsh
work.
The operator nodded, on his pad and got to
Britain's under-cover men had made the first move in thwart- ing a threatened Nazi raid. Meanwhile, unconscious that
officer harangued them in swift.
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Submarines usually run on Dideal engines on the surface and electric motors under water.
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