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They follow north and now it is unmistakable that the tops of trees have been sheared off

“The plane co,” Jack says “It will have lopped off some treetops”

At last they eht lies the wreckage of a plane The fuselage is in two pieces, the nose and le and lying fifty feet away One wing is torn off at the roots and nowhere to be seen The other ith its two engines is still attached to the e, but it has been twisted like a piece of licorice, so both engines are pointed down at the ground, with props bent all the way back

It is a B-17

This cohter, an RAF Spitfire or Ained a bomber

A B-17 What Strand flies

The odds

There must be hundreds

“Petersen, we don’t want the us as Krauts Try to raise them”

Petersen takes to his radio again, but again there is no answer

“Sure that da works?” Cat snarls at Petersen

“Okay, we approach,” Rio says “They won’t know the password so just try to sound, you know, American”

“Must I?” Jack says

Rio pats him on the shoulder and says, “Think ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’”

It’s still a twenty- the shore, in and out of the trees, before they are close enough to be able to see the fuselage clearly They are on the side without the wing, the landward side