Winging its way across the dark Skagerrak, the big Swedish airliner Gripen was nearing home shores on its run from Aberdeen to Stockholm.
The U.S.-built Douglas transport was perilously close to the German fighter bases on the northern tip of Jutland. Out of a cloud, like a falcon striking at a swan, came a Nazi pursuit ship, the machine-gun muzzles along its black wings blinking like baleful orange-red eyes. The Swedish pilot sobbed a prayer or a curse, threw the wheel over, kicked his rudder pedals, fought to lose altitude and get down...
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