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Stuka PilotSTUKA PILOT by Hans Ulrich Rudel FOREWORD BY GROUP CAPTAIN DOUGLAS BADER, D.S.O., D.F.C. INTRODUCTION BY JOHANNES AND MARTHA RUDEL TRANSLATED BY LYNTON HUDSON BANTAM BOOKS TORONTO БЂў NEW YORK БЂў LONDON БЂў SYDNEY БЂў AUCKLAND ATTACK! We fly in low over the water from the south; it is dark and murky; I cannot distinguish anything more than 2000 to 2500 feet ahead. Now I see straight in the line of my flight a black moving mass: the road, tanks, vehicles, Russians. I at once yell: БЂњAttack!БЂ«Already at almost point blank range the defense looses off a concentrated fire from in front of me, twin and quadruple flak, machine guns, revealing everything with a livid brightness in this foggy light. I am flying at 90 feet and have bumped right into the middle of this hornetБЂ™s nest. Shall I get out of it? I twist and turn in the craziest defensive maneuvers to avoid being hit; I shoot without taking aimБЂ¦ my head is as hot as the metal screaming past me. A few seconds later a tell-tale hammering. БЂњEngine on fire!БЂ«Flames lick the cockpit ...» |
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