High over the rolling mountains northeast of Burgos, a twin-motored Rightist plane dodged last week through thick patches of fog. It was far from any battle front. A young shepherd on a hillside idly watched it come out of the clouds. Few minutes later he stumbled excitedly into the little village of Briviesca. The plane had crashed into the mountainside.* Help was wanted.
Sweating painfully uphill, rescuers soon found the wreckage. All the occupants were dead, two officers, the pilot, and mechanic. Twenty-five yards away they found the mangled body of still...
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