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HE Fortresses<br />
T wings to <strong>the</strong><br />
took off in <strong>the</strong> late afternoon, and flew by<br />
west of England and turned south. Out of<br />
sigh t to <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>ast, <strong>the</strong>re was fighting on <strong>the</strong> beaches,<br />
and many dead men lay in <strong>the</strong> surf. But <strong>the</strong> Forts were<br />
high above all that. Since <strong>the</strong> first day, <strong>the</strong> 6th of June,<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir job had been easy.<br />
Today <strong>the</strong> target was an airfield on <strong>the</strong> Brest Peninsula,<br />
not so far from Loricnt, where <strong>the</strong> Forts used to go in <strong>the</strong><br />
old days. He flew it when it was his turn, and watched <strong>the</strong><br />
sun slide clown through <strong>the</strong> soft blue toward <strong>the</strong> sea. \ Vhcn<br />
it was time to bomb, <strong>the</strong> field was already a smoky mess<br />
from <strong>the</strong> wings up ahead.<br />
The flak started just after bombs away. The first four<br />
puffs were just outside <strong>the</strong> window. He could sec <strong>the</strong> dull<br />
flash as <strong>the</strong> shells burst. The formation leader banked<br />
steeply right. The flak tracked along easilv.<br />
There was an ugly clank undcrnca tl~ somewhere, He<br />
knew <strong>the</strong>y were hit. Engines OK. Instruments reading true.<br />
Everything OK. The helpless fear of those soft black puffs<br />
tightened inside him. It was always <strong>the</strong> same. Nothing<br />
to do but sit <strong>the</strong>re and pray <strong>the</strong> luck holds. And thcn <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were out of it, turning toward home. "Ball-turret to pilot,"<br />
came over interphone. "We got holes in <strong>the</strong> gut."<br />
Once you're out of it, flak never seems quite real, till<br />
<strong>the</strong> next time. The formations churn through <strong>the</strong> quiet sky,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> earth is a million miles low.<br />
The formations let down into <strong>the</strong> darkening cast. lIe<br />
leaned forward, waiting for England.<br />
England. IIe said it in his mind, and <strong>the</strong>n slow in his<br />
mouth, without moving his lips.<br />
\Vhen he was eight years old he read Robin Hood <strong>the</strong><br />
first time. After that he must have read it twcntv more.<br />
Sherwood Forest and Nottingham town in <strong>the</strong> ~la\'s of<br />
Richard of <strong>the</strong> Lion Heart. He'd dreamed of it '<strong>the</strong>n,<br />
waiting for <strong>the</strong> day when he would stand at <strong>the</strong> rail of a<br />
ship \\'aiting for l