The price of freedom
Aug 15, 2019
2 minutes
It was hazy and warm, and soft grey clouds hung heavy with rain over the Thames Estuary as a flotilla of three rowing gigs, a trawler and a motor launch, all sat bobbing in the slight swell as Father Neil Dalley asked for a minute’s silence.
We were stationed over the sunken remains of , a USAF Flying Fortress bomber that had crashed
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