“M Mother” was past the dam, nose up, straining for height, so the crew could bale out, when the tanks blew up with an orange flare, a wing ripped away and the bomber spun to the ground in burning bouncing… Read More ›
Germany
Colditz: Where the imagination soars
The town felt much like any other German suburb, and I had seen more imposing castles in the past than the one that we were approaching. It was dark. It was cold. I was hungry, but I didn’t mind. This… Read More ›
