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Suddenly, the world exploded in tracers. Red and green arcs of light reached out to grab them. Leo kept the nose down until the massive shadow of the battleship filled his windscreen. Release.

Leo didn't look back. The flak was thickening, blossoming into black oily clouds. He stayed low—so low the salt spray clouded his glass—and banked hard toward the open North Sea. By the time the German sirens reached a full wail, the Screaming Mimi was nothing more than a fading hum against the horizon. Hit & Run: Daring Air Attacks in World War II f...

The plane jumped, suddenly light. Leo hauled back on the stick, the air screaming over the wooden wings. Behind them, a geyser of white water and orange flame erupted, shaking the very cliffs. "Did we get 'em?" Pip yelled over the static. Suddenly, the world exploded in tracers

"Target in sight," his wingman, 'Pip' Collins, crackled over the radio. "The Tirpitz is tucked in tight, Leo. They’ve got nets and flak batteries everywhere." Release

The engine of the Screaming Mimi coughed once, a rhythmic stutter that sent a vibration through Captain Leo Miller’s boots. Below him, the Norwegian fjord was a ribbon of black ink, flanked by jagged, snow-dusted peaks.