Like a covey of pigeons fluttering into an alley, a squadron of U.S. light bombers swooped down through the North African mountains. The field on which it lighted was bare of anything that would identify it as an airdrome. But trucks began to arrive with equipment. Men swarmed over the plateau. Within 24 hours of their landing, the bombers were off on their first mission.
Last week the field was dotted with pup tents and tin huts, swarming with men. The Luftwaffe paid it the respect of a daily call. From it, U.S....
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