After an uneventful flight they stepped out of their plane at the Wiesbaden airbase, eager to load it up with cargo and continue on their next leg to Berlin. There, chaos abounded everywhere they looked and nothing was even remotely organized.
The rush of adrenaline tingled in Glenn’s cells. This was it. The ultimate adventure akin to the good old days in the Wild West, where every man fended for himself. He looked at Teddy. “Well, seems we travelled faster than the news of our arrival.”
“Let’s find the flight office.”
Glenn nodded, remembering where it was from his last time here, when he’d flown millions of Deutsche Mark to Berlin. A suspicion burgeoned. Was this blockade the retaliation General Harris had talked about? Was the vicious Soviet blockade a direct result of the currency r
