Chapter 2
Linton, Night
March 27, 1944“How many missions have you got left, Del?” asked Ben White, the wing commander.
Del stretched his shoulders wearily. “I’ve finished twenty-seven.”
White was silent for a minute. He had not flown that night’s mission, but he was hard at work when the crews returned. It was almost five a.m.
“Only three more?”
“I guess so.”
“And you want to quit.” Silence again. Del knew that White was well into his second tour, probably close to fifty missions. They had been flying together the whole time Del had been on ops; Del knew White about as well as he knew anyone outside of his own crew. He trusted White, so he had gone to see him tonight.
“What does your crew think?”White asked. His questions were careful and probing, and they made Del uncomfortable.
