Dodged hills and spread deathly fire. Over snowy ridges they formed for new runs and wherever they moved there was silent beauty and the glint of sunlight on the bronzed helmet of some man riding beneath the Plexiglas canopy. It was a fearsome thing to watch jets assume control of this valley where the bridges had been and it was gloomy for no matter where any of the pilots looked they could see the scarred hillside against which one of their team had plunged to death a few minutes before. His ammunition... read more
