Yellowed leaves of the lindens and horse chestnuts drifted through the smoky night air and fell on the graveled paths of the Tiergarten. Summer was almost over in Berlin. It was the fourth anniversary of the day on which Germany had attacked Poland. The sky above Berlin suddenly leaped into white shimmering flame.
For the second time in a little more than a week the British were over the city. This time Nazi interceptors with searchlights in their noses had climbed above them, circling through the high thin air, dropping brilliantly burning white flares. A British pilot steered his...
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