This week the British finally felt sure they were lending fighting aid to Russia for the spring campaign. Over the continent the weather had lain thick, and for a week Britain's long-range bombers had squatted glumly in their dispersal stations with no place to go. Handier shipslight bombers and pursuitswent out whenever there was a break. They picked at the pock-marked townson the invasion coast, ranged east to the Frisians off the Netherlands' coast, where they scratched a convoy and lost five planes.
At week's end the weather opened up enough...
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