The British Overseas Airways station at London knew the weather had roughened over the Bay of Biscay. But it was nothing unusual for the regular flight of the big Douglas liner from Lisbon. Then, suddenly, came the voice of the Dutch pilot over the radio: "I am being followed by strange aircraft. Putting on best speed. . . . We are being attacked. Cannon shells and tracers are going through the fuselage. Wave-hopping and doing my best." Then silence.
Next day a Berlin communique claimed an enemy transport downed over the Atlantic....
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