Crossing the enemy coast, the P-51 Mustang was purring sweetly. Lieut. William B. Overstreet, of Clifton Forge, Va., switched on a full tank of gas, noted the time, 2 p.m.; the altitude, 23,000 feet. Suddenly Overstreet had a vague feeling of being alone, his engine dead, his plane gliding in slow spirals.
He switched to another full fuel tank. Then, incredulous, he noted the time. It was 3:30; his altitude was only 5,000 feet. The engine caught. The French landscape below was more or less familiar.
Back at his English base, Lieut. Overstreet found...
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