Herr major! please wake up, sir!’ Richter groaned and turned over in bed, opening one bleary eye. The round, bespectacled face of his orderly, Corporal Singer, swam into focus. ‘What’s the matter?’ Richter asked, his voice heavy with sleep. ‘What time is it?’ ‘Six o’clock,...
He was desperately weary, and his hand trembled a little as he penned the words. The Hawks had been in almost continuous action for the past forty-eight hours, and all the pilots were feeling the strain. Thursday, 16 May 1940. Early this morning the Groupe moved to a new a...