[1]Dave Dawson At Singapore.
[1]Dave Dawson At Singapore.
[2]Dave Dawson With the R.A.F.
[2]Dave Dawson With the R.A.F.
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Throttling the Wright powered Vultee V-12C attack bomber to cruising speed, Dave licked his dry lips, twisted around in the seat, and winked at Freddy Farmer in the gunner's pit.
"How's it going, pal?" he called out. "Not nervous, or anything like that, are you?"
"Certainly not!" the English youth shouted back. "I stopped being nervous hours ago. Now I'm only scared stiff! How do you feel?"
Dave shrugged and made a little gesture with his free hand.
"I'm not sure," he said, "but I think it's something like the way a clay pigeon must feel. You know, hoping the guy with the trap gun will miss? Oh well, this may be just a waste of time."
"Not any more!" Freddy shouted, and pointed to the left. "Look!"
Dave turned his head and felt his heart zoom up to crack against his back teeth. About seven miles off his left wing and hugging the under side of a towering cloud bank, he spotted no