The boys sat down. Stan ordered coffee and O'Malley ordered pie.
"I need just a bite to get me in shape for supper," he said when Stan glared at him as he gave his order.
"Lousy show today," Holt grumbled. "I don't mean the way you fellows flew it, but the way the Germans have everything figured out so neatly. We lost eleven bombers."
"We might fool Jerry," Stan suggested.
"How?"
"Suppose we just toted along some extra tanks of gas and cut them loose about the time the show should start. We know their tactics and pattern. We'd have a lot of fun." Stan leaned forward.
"Can't do that," Holt said. "You fellows might have to get busy as soon as you hit the coast. Kicking off a tank can't be done with an FW dropping out of a cloud on your tail."
"Just half of us will go with extra loads. The others can cover for us. We'd sure surprise Jerry." Stan spoke eagerly.
"Foine idea an' one I'd have been proud to have thought up," O'Malley broke in.
Colonel Holt began to smile. "I believe you have something there. The element of surprise and all that sort of thing. We'll take a crack at it."