Useful… Or useless?
It’s 1943. An aircraft can be heard, then spotted, in the weak autumn sunshine. Private Jackson of the British Airborne Forces is on the ground, concealed in the undergrowth surrounding a wood, his parachute folded and hidden, scanning the skies for the transport plane. Unknown to the young soldier, he’s under surveillance too…
The plane appears, circles and at intervals drops four tubular, steel structures. Jackson knows what to expect, as do his colleagues, also hiding nearby in the undergrowth. But local farmer Robert and his young daughter Emily are eagerly watching the drama unfold from their hide. Minutes earlier they’d spotted the Allied Servicemen parachute to earth after rolling out of an aircraft, gather their parachutes and disappear silently from view.
The steel cages briefly plummeted then, one by one, their parachutes opened. Jackson and his colleagues waited. They knew what was happening, but Robert and Emily were mystified. A sudden gust of wind forced the parachutes to drift towards the woods, then one began to fold dangerously inwards, the weight of the cage accelerating its descent. Just in time, the wind dropped, and all serenely completed their descent.
Moments later, the cages landed with a succession of dull, muted thumps – well, three dull thumps and one of snapping branches, the errant plot snagged in trees. Jackson and his mates ran to their precious loads and were soon hurriedly folding and hiding the parachutes while Private Potter successfully swung on the branches
