A couple of months later, Elena and Oxana strolled toward their planes to begin their day by free hunting for German bombers.
“I find this runway very bumpy,” Oxana complained.
“Bumpy? You think this is bumpy?” Elena laughed. “We had nothing like this to land on.”
She peered down at the landing strip they were walking on. The runway area was leveled and covered with octagonal concrete, paving slabs that interlocked giving it a honeycomb-looking effect. “It has to be a pain to keep picking up these concrete slabs and moving them from base to base. But it is better than landing on a grassy, muddy field.”
“Absolutely, especially when we are taking off and landing in the rain. I wish the whole field was paved. I guess it will suffice as a runway. But we have to park our planes off to the s
