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Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life! Excerpt Clark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to… Mehr…

Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life! Excerpt Clark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to Headquarters building, pulled his tunic up higher about his ears. Tentacles of the fog, creeping grey mist, skittered across the field. A cold, biting wind came out of the north, like the breath from a mausoleum. Ekvall shivered in all his six feet. There were too many analogies to the tomb. The fog was too much like the shrouds of the dead. If I believed in signs, muttered Ekvall to himself, I would think I was slated to go West for sure. I wonder what the Old Man wants. Major Fauberg did not long leave Ekvall in suspense. Look here, Clark, he said. This soup is so thick you could cut it with a knife. As long as it lasts there wont be any crates off any field. I know it and you know it, but Wing believes that the Germans deliberately started the fog in order to put something over on us. So weve got to keep patrols up. Jackson, Hobart and yourself are going out on solitary patrols. You leave at once. You wont mind the fog? Ekvall grinned. I was born under a lucky star, he said. Ill never die by fire or water. Fire in the Spad or this fog-which is thick enough to be water-wont ever bother me! Ekvall saluted. His face was red from the walk across the field. Now he turned back into the tarmac, yelling for his Spad to be run out. The other two crates were already at the apron, their props ticking over, smearing the trailing tendrils of the fog which fled fearlessly into the spinning propellers. Ekvall adjusted helmet, goggles and gauntlets, then bent to examine his crate. This would be just a monotonous ride, nothing more, he reflected as he seated himself in the cockpit. He signaled for his chocks to be kicked free. His Spad started rolling. The fog swirled about him, now and again almost blotting the tips of his wings from view. Any fights aloft today, he told himself, would have to be so close that wed sure lock wings. Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany eBooks > Fremdsprachige eBooks > Englische eBooks > Krimis & Thriller ePUB 20.10.2015, Arthur J Burks, .201<

ISBN: 9781612104034

Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life! Excerpt Clark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to… Mehr…

Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life! Excerpt Clark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to Headquarters building, pulled his tunic up higher about his ears. Tentacles of the fog, creeping grey mist, skittered across the field. A cold, biting wind came out of the north, like the breath from a mausoleum. Ekvall shivered in all his six feet. There were too many analogies to the tomb. The fog was too much like the shrouds of the dead. If I believed in signs, muttered Ekvall to himself, I would think I was slated to go West for sure. I wonder what the Old Man wants. Major Fauberg did not long leave Ekvall in suspense. Look here, Clark, he said. This soup is so thick you could cut it with a knife. As long as it lasts there wont be any crates off any field. I know it and you know it, but Wing believes that the Germans deliberately started the fog in order to put something over on us. So weve got to keep patrols up. Jackson, Hobart and yourself are going out on solitary patrols. You leave at once. You wont mind the fog? Ekvall grinned. I was born under a lucky star, he said. Ill never die by fire or water. Fire in the Spad or this fog-which is thick enough to be water-wont ever bother me! Ekvall saluted. His face was red from the walk across the field. Now he turned back into the tarmac, yelling for his Spad to be run out. The other two crates were already at the apron, their props ticking over, smearing the trailing tendrils of the fog which fled fearlessly into the spinning propellers. Ekvall adjusted helmet, goggles and gauntlets, then bent to examine his crate. This would be just a monotonous ride, nothing more, he reflected as he seated himself in the cockpit. He signaled for his chocks to be kicked free. His Spad started rolling. The fog swirled about him, now and again almost blotting the tips of his wings from view. Any fights aloft today, he told himself, would have to be so close that wed sure lock wings. Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany eBook eBooks>Fremdsprachige eBooks>Englische eBooks>Krimis & Thriller, Arthur J Burks<

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Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life!ExcerptClark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to H… Mehr…

Fog Held More Terrors for Clark Ekvall than All the Planes in Germany - and Straight into the Fog He Headed for the Battle of His Life!ExcerptClark Ekvall, striding across the tarmac to Headquarters building, pulled his tunic up higher about his ears. Tentacles of the fog, creeping grey mist, skittered across the field. A cold, biting wind came out of the north, like the breath from a mausoleum. Ekvall shivered in all his six feet. There were too many analogies to the tomb. The fog was too much like the shrouds of the dead. If I believed in signs, muttered Ekvall to himself, I would think I was slated to go West for sure. I wonder what the Old Man wants. Major Fauberg did not long leave Ekvall in suspense. Look here, Clark, he said. This soup is so thick you could cut it with a knife. As long as it lasts there wont be any crates off any field. I know it and you know it, but Wing believes that the Germans deliberately started the fog in order to put something over on us. So weve got to keep patrols up. Jackson, Hobart and yourself are going out on solitary patrols. You leave at once. You wont mind the fog? Ekvall grinned. I was born under a lucky star, he said. Ill never die by fire or water. Fire in the Spad or this fog-which is thick enough to be water-wont ever bother me! Ekvall saluted. His face was red from the walk across the field. Now he turned back into the tarmac, yelling for his Spad to be run out. The other two crates were already at the apron, their props ticking over, smearing the trailing tendrils of the fog which fled fearlessly into the spinning propellers. Ekvall adjusted helmet, goggles and gauntlets, then bent to examine his crate. This would be just a monotonous ride, nothing more, he reflected as he seated himself in the cockpit. He signaled for his chocks to be kicked free. His Spad started rolling. The fog swirled about him, now and again almost blotting the tips of his wings from view. Any fights aloft today, he told himself, would have to be so close that wed sure lock wings. Cloud Rider eBook eBooks>Fremdsprachige eBooks>Englische eBooks>Krimis & Thriller>Krimis & Thriller, Arthur J Burks<

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