[1]Dave Dawson in Libya.
[1]Dave Dawson in Libya.
[2]Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.
[2]Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.
[3]Dave Dawson at Dunkirk.
[3]Dave Dawson at Dunkirk.
A Page fromDAVE DAWSON, FLIGHT LIEUTENANT
Suddenly, without the slightest sign of warning, the inky darkness of night was shattered apart by a thunderous roar of sound and a seething ocean of red, yellow, and orange flame that came boiling upward from the ground. The plane bucked, and shivered, and lurched crazily forward. And for one horrible second a mighty invisible force tore Dave Dawson's hands from the controls. Head whirling, and his lungs seeming to burst out through his ribs, he fought with every ounce of his strength to keep the plane from plunging wildly downward.
Freddy Farmer! Where was Freddy? Did he get through? Was Freddy all right? The radio! Was it working? Would that secret signal come through in time? Darn the blasted thing! Would it never speak, and....
At that instant a planet of fire rushed up out of nowhere. It seemed to crash straight into the nose of the plane and explode in a roar that split the very heavens apart. Dave felt as though unseen steel claws were tearing strips of flesh from his bones, and hammering his brains to pulp. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that he was spinning head over heels down into a limitless void of roaring thunder and boiling flame.