Movement flickered to my left, so I turned from my calculations. “Are you navigator Lieutenant Lancewicz?” said the voice in my earphones above the B-17 engine roar. He wore a light silver jacket and a funny hat that sported a tiny lensed box, like a camera. “Can you answer some questions?”
How could he be here?
“No, he’s on the Crystal Belle.”
He frowned, annoyed. “Sorry, wrong plane.”
We dropped our payload.
Six minutes later, anti-aircraft took out the Crystal Belle. No chutes.
Wonder what the guy wanted, but I’ll bet he left before the Belle went down.
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