“Don’t tell them anything,” Stan said.
“Sure, an’ the Gestapo has my life history written down anyway,” O’Malley said. “I think we’re in Berlin and I’d be after likin’ it if I could get loose.”
“We’ll be watched very close at first. We’ll have to wait,” Stan warned.
Two officers, a major and a colonel, accompanied by the young lieutenant, entered. The ranking officers seated themselves at the table; the lieutenant stood before Stan and O’Malley.
“You are a part of the Eighth Air Force?” he asked.
“Yes,” Stan answered.
“Do you know how many fighters and bombers your force has?”
“No,” Stan answered.
“How many of the new type of fighters do you have? The sort you were flying when shot down.”
“I’ve heard some of the boys say a couple of thousand,” Stan answered. He was merely reporting a bit of mess rumor he had heard the day before.