Parachutists landed on pretty English fields. A farmer's wife, seeing .the greenish uniforms and German-type, coal-scuttle helmets, screamed to her husband: "Good God, Gaston, we're invaded."
A rifle muzzle pressed to a chutist's back showed the Home Guards were awake. "Don't move or I'll shoot," the trooper was warned. But because he was Captain John Berry of Arkansas and not a Jerry from Arnsberg, he was back in his quarters that night a live man.
Berry is one of the swashbuckling Hell's Angels that make up the most justifiably pampered outfit in the...
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