Over the shoulder of the pilot, he could clearly see the searchlights stabbing the early morning sky with their beams, searching out the impudent enemy breaching their sovereignty. He shouted a warning to his men that the glider was about to be released. The Junkers aircraft towing the glider jolted and seemed to rear upwards, this was a result of releasing the dragging weight of the glider that for the last twenty minutes had been threatening to pull it out of the sky with its seemingly inability to fly independently. The one tonne glider took what felt like a sickening dive, now that it had lost its power source and almost its capability to fly anywhere but down. The glider was not necessarily designed for flight, but more a controlled decent. The pilot, Hempel, who had only completed twelve hours flight training, struggled and fought with the controls which appeared to want to tear his arms out of their sockets and control its own short lived destiny. Hempel shouted to Paul, “There’s no turning back now sir, it’s down all the way,”
