Lancaster Target

Bok av Currie Jack Currie
We flew on ten miles to clear the city, then turned south-west to make our track for home. We left a trail of bursting shells behind us, which grew closer as the gunners found their range. As Fox Two lurched and rattled, Lanham barked a warning from his threatened turret seat. I pushed the nose down, headed southward, and we fled away from danger.'