"Wilson, sorry I couldn't handle all three Jerries. You'll have to go back with our flight."
Stan scowled. Sim appeared well pleased with the idea. "I'll use my own judgment," Stan snapped back.
"Name a leader and go back," Sim barked. "That is an order."
"Sorry," Stan answered. "I'm taking the boys on through."
CHAPTER III
HULS
Stan overtook his formation and dropped into place. The flight was deployed with the Jerries perched up above and around waiting for the Yanks to go home. Below lay the fields of Holland.
"Are you clear, specials?" Stan called.
"All clear," the boys called back. That meant they had zoomed down and ditched their tanks in a way the Germans would not notice.