"At scores of muddy British airdromes, pilots of the U.S. Army Air Forces glowered at the grey sky that fingered down into the feathery treetops. On puddled runways ground crews tested, adjusted and retested the four motors of their B-17s. Navigators, bombardiers and gunners sloshed through the sticky gumbo to ground classes, listened to daily lectures on the fine points of aerial combat. In the long English twilight, which lasts until 11 p.m. in the summer, airmen lazed around the stove-warmed Nissen huts, playing blackjack and cursing the conditions which kept them...
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