"Dan threw open the door to a wet wind and a sea of slippery, icy English mud.  'Let's get to Group Ops,' he said. 'Briefing's in ten minutes.' 

     "'Jeez,' said Billy, pushing his way out past Henry.  'It musta poured last night.' 

     "'Isn't it always raining in England?' muttered Dan.  'Let's hope the weather officer knows what he's doing.' 

     "They all looked up at the black sky, trying to assess the clouds.  No stars visible and no sunrise yet.  The only lights were on the distant airfield.  Out there, the ground crews were loading bombs and fueling the aircraft.  If it wasn't mechanically perfect, a B-24 loaded with 2000 pounds of bombs and glutted with gasoline was a flying deathtrap. 'God bless the ground crew,' murmured Henry aloud, without thinking." 

           --excerpt, Under A War-Torn Sky by L.M. Elliott

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