Towering thunder heads filled most of the sky. Blue-gray cathedrals of rain and looming thunder illuminated with the grand pastels of a late afternoon sun.
Kicking a little right rudder he brought the slow B.E.2b around skidding sideways through low-hanging clouds. The diaphanous gray and white mist within the clouds blotted out all sense of reality for a heartbeat or two. Then, like a stinging slap to the face, they were through the clouds and emerging into brilliant sunlight again. Behind him Corporal Angus McDougal waited until they were out of the clouds completely before turning to nod at Jake. The corporal then struggled to stand up in his cockpit, gripping an ungainly-looking box camera in his hands. Slinging it over the side of the plane, the small-framed enlisted man began taking
