“ACHTUNG!!! FLUGZEUG!!!”
The anti-aircraft guns opened fire as two Mosquito fighter-bombers roared overhead, machine guns clattering.
British, German, and resistance alike scattered for cover, leaving poor Messaline alone as bombs fell terrifyingly close to her cross. She screamed as it was rocked by the concussion. Wraggles grabbed Barb and they both landed in a ditch part filled with cold and very muddy water.
“God in Heaven, Barb, you’re a smooth operator!” gasped Wraggles. “You knew this was coming!”
One of the AA emplacements had taken a direct hit from a bomb, the other was silenced by a stream of cannon fire from a Mosquito. As it turned, its markings were clearly visible.
“By Christ!” called Algy, from further along the same ditch, “That’s Ted Parry’s plane!”
“And that’s old Bob Inder!” yelled Ginger, excitedly, as the second Mosquito flew over. “Damn good shooting, fellows!” As if they could hear him.