Below us, Poland was a monochromatic nightmare—a jagged white sheet stained by the charcoal smudges of burning supply depots and the skeletal remains of scorched forests. We weren't supposed to be here. The RAF’s heavy bombers usually owned the night over the Ruhr, but today, we were the "Lend-Lease" ghosts sent to choke the life out of the German retreat before the Red Army arrived.
Behind us, the smoke rose straight and black into the pale blue sky—a signal fire for the advancing T-34s we would never see, for a victory we would only read about in the papers a week later. If you'd like to , RAF LIBERATOR OVER THE EASTERN FRONT: A Bomb Ai...
"Steady, Peter," the skipper’s voice crackled, thin and metallic through the intercom. Below us, Poland was a monochromatic nightmare—a jagged