Not for months had Germans had such grim repetitive reminders of a deadly, radio-borne promise made to them last summer by burly Air Marshal Sir Arthur Travers Harris, head of the R.A.F.'s Bombing Command: You have no chance. Soon we will be coming over every night, every dayrain, flood or snowwe and the Americans.
In autumn's fair weather there had been nights and days when a small raid or two and the endless slashing of Allied intruder aircraft against Germany's overstrained transport system were only pallid proofs that "Red" Harris intended to make...
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