We all got up at 0400. No one else was up. We knew today was the day. We would put our guys right on top of Jerry, trying to crush or pull them out of France. We all climbed into the C-47 surrounded by fog, and took off, knowing we would most likely never come back...
Startup engines and begin to taxi.
Back on the stick, gear up.
The view from the glider in front of us being pulled by another of our comrades.
Breaking through the soup, starting cruise.
Part two coming soon...
where?!.....Just kidding....IoI...
