Something had gone wrong with the delicate synchronization of an air attack over Germany; escorting Mustangs had failed to rendezvous on time with the Fortresses. The mixup was expensive. A squadron of Focke-Wulf 1903 jumped the U.S. bombers. One Nazi fighter got in a long burst; a Fort exploded in flames. But instead of dropping out of the tight formation, the blazing wreck caromed crazily into the next Fort. That, in turn, hit a third. The third lurched into a fourth, and the fourth into a fifth. Other men of the squadron...
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