Mid-August 1944
Mid-August 1944Tom Westlake, British RAF pilot, saw the flaming city of Warsaw appear in front of him. He sucked in a breath, despite the briefing that had told him what to expect. Row upon row of buildings stood in flames, shooting smoke high up into the sky. The dark clouds of smoke glowed in ghostly orange and yellow tones as they were illuminated from below. It wouldn’t be difficult to find the designated drop locations, with the night sky glowing as bright as day.
“What a shame,” he murmured to himself, and scanned the sky for enemy aircraft. Despite her battered condition the Luftwaffe still posed a serious threat, and he had no intention of reliving his worst nightmare.
“Get ready for the drop,” he instructed his bombardier and took his Lancaster down to five hund
