Northolt Airbase, West London
Northolt Airbase, West LondonTom walked across the tarmac, happy to be on British soil once again. It had been almost a month since he’d been home and he was looking forward to seeing his parents and catching up before going back to Germany.
“Westlake, I want to talk to you,” an angry voice called out behind him.
Tom sighed and turned around so that he could wait while Bronson caught up with him. This awful man seemed to follow him wherever he went. The base commander at Gatow had decided it would be a good opportunity for the two pilots to mend their rift when on home leave together. The commander seemed to believe their personal tension was a result of the general stress presented by the Soviet presence in Gatow.
“What do you want, Bronson?” Tom kept his
