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Dave Dawson at Truk

Chapter 39: Books by R. SIDNEY BOWEN
By Robert Sidney Bowen
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Two wartime aviators, Dave Dawson and Freddy Farmer, carry out hazardous missions across the Pacific in a four‑engine bomber, answering distress signals and investigating suspicious lights at sea. Their sorties expose them to submarine attacks, sabotage, espionage, and unseen killers, while storms, night operations, and tense rescue attempts demand skill and nerve. The narrative progresses through a series of escalating aerial actions, mysteries, and narrow escapes that lead to decisive confrontations.

DAVE DAWSON OVER BERLIN

The last came out of his throat in a strangled cry of grief as a point in the sky ahead suddenly was splashed with flame and white light. German flak gunners had scored a direct hit on one of the R.A.F. raiders. Right smack in the bomb compartment from the looks of the explosion.

"Happy landings, fellows," Dawson said softly with a catch in his voice. "You went clean, and quick, anyway. The way I hope I go, when it comes my turn."

"Amen, chaps!" Freddy Farmer whispered, and then fell silent.

The flashes from the exploding bombers seemed to reach out to the four horizons. Then they diminished into a ball that traced a fiery path straight down to the earth. Although they had seen death strike countless times, neither Dawson nor Farmer had ever gotten used to it. They always experienced the same feeling of horror, the same helpless rage, and the same emptiness in the stomach that they were experiencing now. Seven men had just died before their eyes. Seven brave men who but a short hour ago had lived, and laughed, and felt sure, as all airmen feel sure, that the Grim Reaper would pass them by this time, too. But the Grim Reaper had not passed them by. He had snatched up their lives in one blinding flash of thundering flame. They probably didn't even know what hit them. They just died, and now their comrades were carrying on without them. Carrying on because there was a job to be done; a job that couldn't wait. A job that had to be done tonight, and tomorrow night, and the next, and the next, and on and on until all Nazis had been smashed into the dust, and there was peace again. But seven more would not see that peace, save from their seats of honor in the airmen's Valhalla.

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