“Might have known the Luftwaffe would wake up about now,” he grumbled.
Captain Dobie’s voice came out of the darkness. “I’ve been wondering why we haven’t heard from them these last two days. Our air boys must have pretty thoroughly crippled them.”
Ears were strained to follow the sounds.
“Must be several planes,” Dobie said. “They seem to be dropping small bombs.”
Weller, at the window, called, “Looks like a Fourth of July celebration.”
Suddenly he shouted, “We got one!”
In the darkness, André listened to the wild whine of the falling Luftwaffe plane.
André reached Weller’s side in time to see flames spring high above the dark treetops beyond the village.
“I didn’t see any ’chute,” Weller exclaimed.
“The pilot may have jumped before the fire lit up the sky,” the captain replied.