The German General was seated at his desk when the colonel knocked on his open door.
“Come, come,” the general said impatiently.
“Here are the dispatches, Herr General.” The young officer handed the file folder to him.
The general pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his long nose. He opened the folder and read each sheet carefully placing those he read face down on the desk. One sheet caused him to grimace. As he continued to read the report, his blue eyes narrowed, and his heavy jaw tightened. “Women bombers? Women bomber pilots? These are the pilots who are creating hell for our men on the ground. That cannot be. Women bomber pilots?”
“Yes, Herr General.” The colonel stood with his back straight. His pale, blue eyes avoided direct contact with the general"s angry eyes.
“Are the
