The Eagle Squadron drew its first blood last week. In a daylight sweep over German-occupied French territory, these U.S. fliers who had volunteered into the R.A.F. had been ordered to cling to the wings of a bomber squadron, and not run jauntily off for dogfights.
It was a dirty, responsible assignment. It was particularly mean now that the Germans had withdrawn substantial numbers of fighters from the Russian battle and brought them back to stop the ever-increasing R.A.F. pestilence, bombings by day and night which carried just about as much weight as the German attacks on Britain last summer.
This was the Eagles'...
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