Ghost Squadron Ii: The Adventure Continues.

By David Nelson

Ghost Squadron II, The Adventure Continues, is the sequel of Peter Walker’s days with the prestigious RAF during WWII. Peter has grown to be an adult, has a family, and becomes the youngest RAF Ace in WWII.
Peter’s friendship with his mentor, Roland Bauer, the WWI Ace that instructed him on how to fly an old WWII bi-plane, grows into a father-son relationship. The book goes through Peter’s dangerous adventures, flying over France, Belgium, and ultimately Germany at the war’s end.
The book takes actual dates, units, battles and puts them into written action for the reader. The author brings to life the everyday duties of an RAF pilot during wartime. The responsibilities of rank, leadership, and agony of friends that died on his watch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664187221

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Copyright © 2021 by David Nelson.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Thanks to our friends:

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Annie, our loveable, protecting, caring, yellow lab.

In loving

memory of our Sally, our Beagle/Dachshund, who passed

away in November 2018 at the age of 21. Our first Pound Puppy.

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Pushy, our Corgi-mix. Our pound puppy.

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A special Thank You to the following people that

helped in the editing of this book:

Mark E. Wisher, PhD., Major U.S. Army retired

Gary Fowler - UK advisor, Armthorpe Doncaster

CHAPTER ONE

I N 1939, BEFORE the eruption of World War II, the Italian government, led by Benito Mussolini, established the Pact of Steel between Adolf Hitler’s German government to create a unified military entity to combat the Allied Powers.

In 1941, WWII escalated around the world: On May 24th, 1941, the British ship Hood was sunk by Germany’s Bismarck: In retaliation of the sinking, Britain launches an all-out search for the unsinkable German battleship. The vessel was built for Nazi Germany’s Kriegsmarine, or War Navy, that attempted to rule the Atlantic from 1935 to 1941.

On May 27; the Bismarck was attacked by numerous British vessels at the Battle of Denmark Strait; the unsinkable ship was so badly damaged it could not steer; instead of allowing the ship to be sunk or captured by Great Britain, the Captain of the Bismarck scuttled the ship in the Denmark Strait. As the ship was going down, the Captain, Ernst Lindemann, stood at the helm and saluted as the vessel went beneath the Atlantic waves and sank to the bottom.

In the United States, President Franklin D. Roosevelt is on his third term as President, the last U.S. President to get re-elected more than twice. He chose to remain neutral in the war between Germany and Great Brittan, under the Lend-Lease agreement, assisted in supplying supplies, armament, weaponry in March of 1941. For this agreement, the United States was given leases on Army and Navy bases in Allied territories during the war.

In August of 1942, news of potential new attacks on London and Great Britain as a whole reached the town of Burghfield and the airfield. The residents of the small village began to get nervous because Germany knew about Walker Airfield and the history behind it. Peter had been given a Hawker Hurricane, a persistent aircraft of the Royal Air Force during the early years of the conflict, and was one of the RAF pilots’ favorites until the British Supermarine Spitfire came out in late 1938, causing the Supermarine Spitfire to become a symbol of the RAF.

Peter enjoyed flying the low-wing rocket, as he called it compared to the bi-wings; Annie & Sally the planes he had learned to fly in when he became 15 years old. Since all the tasks had taken his time, he was assigned to work at Walker airfield. Things such as helping to build or rebuild structures at the airport as well as flying routine patrols. He didn’t have the time he had grown accustomed to visiting his mentor, Roland, the man who had changed his life just a couple of years prior. When he was on patrol, and time allowed, he would buzz or fly very low, just over Roland’s house. Sometimes he would see Roland out tending his horses or working in his garden, both of which Peter had helped him build just a short year prior. Peter would do the traditional wing-wagging, essentially waving his wings up and down slightly as in a wave to Roland. Roland would look up, still using a crutch, smiling and wave back, which gave Peter a rush of pride.

One evening Peter had returned home, thinking summer was quickly ending, and school was going to begin soon, a thought he wasn’t very thrilled with. He felt since he was nearly sixteen and now a Captain in the RAF, he shouldn’t need to go back.

He was in his bedroom changing from his uniform to civvies, or civilian clothes, and he decided to breach the subject at dinner that night. While the family was eating, the conversation went to the upcoming school year, and Peter sat at the table, nervous about breaching the subject of his not going any longer. Finally, he broke into the conversation.

I’m not going back to school this year. There was a short pause before his uncle spoke up.

The hell you’re not!

But Uncle Charlie, he began. I’m almost sixteen and have responsibilities at the airfield. Peter interrupted as Charlie stared him down, causing Peter to divert his eyes.

Yes, you are nearly sixteen, Charlie began. And yes, you do have responsibilities at the airfield, but, he paused. Remember, I am the Commanding Officer of that base, and that also means your Commanding Officer, not to mention your uncle. Peter stared down at his plate. The three of you are going back to school; no ifs, ands, or buts. Uncle Charlie included Peter’s two cousins, Mark and Rick, who chose to remain silent since this was Peter’s fight. From his uncle’s tone, Peter knew this battle was not worth fighting and complied with returning to school.

The next morning, he did his household chores and knew his duties were complete at the airfield, and decided to visit his mentor, Roland. He told his aunt and uncle of his intentions, got on the bicycle, and began the ride in the cool morning hours to spend the day at the ranch.

As he approached the ranch, he saw his mentor sitting on the front porch, cane leaning up against the wall. He waved as he approached, and Roland responded with a broad smile. When he arrived at the house, the two of them greeted each other and decided to take a walk to the small lake where they first met just a few years prior.

How’s the flying coming along? Roland inquired.

I really like the Hurricane! It flies like the wind. Peter exclaimed, noticing the indifferent look on the man’s face. But it’s not like flying Annie or Sally! Peter saw a little light in Roland’s face. There’s just something about flying them that the Hurricane just doesn’t have, I guess.

It’s the connection you have with them, Roland said with pride. It’s like your first love; you just never find the same.

Oh, like I know about that stuff. Peter retorted with a raised eyebrow.

Well, Roland began. You are nearly sixteen, and flying can’t be your only love. He added with a wink and smirk.

I’m a little busy if you haven’t noticed. Peter retorted. I haven’t even had the time to come and see you as much as I’d like. The two of them sat on the rock they had both sat on and fished that day so long ago. You didn’t happen to bring the poles, did you? Peter asked about fishing.

No, but I should have. Maybe next time. The two of them sat there, talked about nearly everything from flying to farming.

How are the two mares? Peter asked about the horses they had gotten over a year ago.

Oh, they’re doing just fine. I do miss the times when we would brush and feed them apples. Roland commented with slight regret. But, I do enjoy it when you buzz the house! He added with a smile and pat on the back. Maybe we could go up in the plane before winter sets it?

I’d love it! Peter sat up straight with noticeable excitement.

Well, nothing like the present…. if you aren’t too busy, Roland added with a bit of sarcasm that brought a cynical look from Peter.

Well, Peter added. What’s the hold-up? I got shotgun! Peter said as he stood up. The two of them made their way to the hanger that held Annie, Peter’s favorite of the two aircraft. As they opened up the hanger, Peter remembered the day Roland showed him Annie, for the first time. The excitement he had as the sun entered the dusty building illuminating the yellow plane with RAF markings on it. The awe Peter had as he touched her for the first time in a long time. He just stood there and stared at the aircraft as Roland stood back and enjoyed the moment with him.

You sure you don’t want to fly her? Roland asked. Peter paused and replied he wanted to ride like he did the first time; as the passenger. The two of them did the pre-flight work-up and dawned their flight gear.

Shoot, Peter stopped. I don’t have my jacket.

Don’t worry about it; she won’t notice, Roland added with a snicker as he got an old crate from nearby. Peter watched, slightly shocked, not trying to show it as he used the old crate as a stool to get into the back seat. What’s the matter, pip-squeak, Roland said. I’m not as young as I used to be. Peter knew it wasn’t that as much as the treatment he received when the Germans were holding him.

Oh, it’s not that, Peter tried to lie. It’s just….

Just what? Peter disregarded the comment and climbed onto the wing, and got in. Are you all settled in? Peter acknowledged he was.

Okay, Roland did his final checks. It’s time for take-off, so please keep hands and feet inside the cockpit, seat & tray tables in their upright and locked positions, please.

Peter looked into the mirror, showing Roland’s grinning face. What are you talking about? Roland just pushed the ignition as the engine rumbled to life; Annie welcomed Peter back.

Major Morrison, a British private called. You have an incoming radio call. Charlie made his way to the radio. He spoke for a few minutes with the private sitting nervously, then acknowledge and hung up.

Hugh, Charlie called to meet with him in the corner. I need to get to London today. Hugh acknowledged and left. Minutes later, he returned and informed Charlie there was a Jeep waiting when he was ready. Hugh did not ask any questions, understanding they would be called up to defend their country any day.

Once Charlie was packed for the 90-kilometer trip (60 miles,) he ordered another private to make a run to his home and inform his wife of the journey; he climbed into the Jeep, drove through the gates as the guards saluted. The drive was long, slightly chilly in the crisp autumn air as the sun was at its peak. He began going over company personnel strength, vehicles, fuel, ammunition, aircraft, and all the things to report back to Command. He was formulating in his head and making notes on a plan to acquire more of everything needed. He knew it was a wish-list, and not everything would be granted, but he felt it would be a good try.

Roland and Peter flew over the town of Burghfield, enjoying the comings and goings of the townspeople. A few of them looked up and waved while others were in their own little worlds, Peter thought to himself. He closed his eyes, allowing the wind to fly into his face, remembering how he felt the first time he flew with Roland.

I forgot what it feels like to have the wind in my face, Peter said into the microphone as Roland smiled. The Hurricanes don’t give me that rush with the canopy closed. Roland nodded and grinned.

Peter remembered in a briefing that the Hurricanes and Spitfires had a disadvantage over the German Messerschmitt Bf 109. The Hurricane and Spitfire use carburetors, while the Messerschmitt Bf 109 uses fuel injection. It was explained to the pilots that when the British aircraft did aerobatic maneuvers such as hammerheads, barrel rolls, they tended to stall. With their fuel injection systems, the Messerschmitt Bf 109’s did not suffer that issue, giving a great advantage when it came to dogfighting.

Newer isn’t always better, Roland added as he spun Annie into an inverted position or upside down, allowing them both to see the ground above. The flight lasted about an hour, and Roland said he was going into town and get some fuel.

After a few hours of riding in the Jeep, Charlie and his driver arrived at Biggin Hill Airfield, 14 miles southeast from the central section of London. The airbase was one of the commanding bases for the Battle of Britain, with both Spitfires and Hurricanes stationed there. (The Spitfires would intercept the German fighters while the Hurricanes concentrated on the bombers attacking London and surrounding areas.)

Major Charlie Morrison (Peter’s uncle) got out of the Jeep and entered the Command Post building for Biggin Hill. He entered; his heart pounding introduced himself to the young lady behind the desk, and said he was summoned from Burghfield.

Yes, sir, the young lady responded without looking up. I will let Lieutenant Colonel Davies know you are here. Please have a seat, as she motioned to a few chairs by the door.

Charlie sat in the chair, waiting to be taken back into the Lieutenant Colonel’s (LTC) office, feeling like he was waiting to be punished by the local priest when he was a child. After a few minutes, Charlie was escorted down a hall, and they stopped in front of an old door as the private knocked. The voice behind the door ordered him to enter.

As the door opened, he saw a very bland office, dark and dank feeling. He walked up to the desk as the man behind stood up with a smile and offered a handshake.

It is so terrific to meet you finally! LTC Davies said. Private, please bring us some tea. Major, we have heard so much about you and your little band of resistance here in London! I wanted to meet with you in person and be the first to congratulate you on your success in Burghfield against the Germans.

Thank you, Sir, Charlie began. But first, the entire ordeal was not my success alone. It was and still is the success of an entire community. We are farmers, ranchers, small-town storekeepers, bankers, and the like. All were coming together to fight a larger, more fortified invading force. Not just for our land and belongings, but our families. We fought for the right to live a free and independent lifestyle. Unrestricted from tyranny and oppression.

Wow, LTC Davies replied, obviously taken back a little. I apologize, Major Morrison, and meant no disrespect.

None taken, Colonel, Charlie replied as they both took their seats.

Major, Davies began. Ever since your ‘ordeal’ has come to light in higher ranks than I, your movements have been watched and evaluated. This comment caused Charlie’s mind to catastrophize the worst. They are stunned that you did what you did with the kind of tools you had.

Thank you, sir, Charlie replied, his mind still going places he didn’t want the possibilities to go. A knock came at the door, and the Colonel called for them to enter. The Private came in carrying two cups and a pot of tea.

With that in mind, here is what Command would like to do. Davies reached over and thumbed through a pile of papers. Since Italy declared war on France and Britain on June 10th of 1940, and France has officially surrendered to Germany on June 22nd and the erosion of the European forces by Germany, they are now setting their sights on Great Britain. He paused as he read from the paperwork he retrieved. They want to make Walker Airfield a larger part of the war by making it a jumping site for our aircraft for refueling as well as issuing all types of ammunitions for our guys in the air. They also want to make it a prime defensive position against the Luftwaffe’s bombing raids. He read in silence a moment and continued. They are willing to give your command anything they can spare to make Walker Airfield a top-notch airfield.

There is a matter they feel requires the attention of Walker Airfield’s commander, you in particular, and that is what they are calling ‘possible’ nepotism. There was a long pause between the two men, and their eyes surveyed each other. Do you understand what they are saying, Major?

Yes, sir, Charlie replied, still not showing any emotion as best he could. They are concerned about having my nephew, Peter, as Squadron Leader.

Yes, but that’s not all. Those higher up are concerned about your two sons, let’s see, Mark and Rick?

Yes, sir. Charlie paused and took a breath, trying not to be obvious about it, and continued. As I stated prior, our ‘little band’ of resistance fighters are ordinary, everyday people and family members, and it is challenging to find qualified personnel not only able but willing to take on leadership positions and make the difficult decisions. Since both my sons have been working with the Resistance for quite some time and know nearly everyone and everything going on in the area, I and the others felt they would be great Lieutenants.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, Davies interrupted. Command feels you made the correct appointments. That, there is no doubt. They are just concerned about issues of nepotism and possible erosion of the fundamental basic command structure. Charlie tilted his head and listened.

So, Colonel, what are they suggesting?

They are going to, like I stated, give whatever they can to help with the modernizing of Walker Airfield, but they want to station some people at different bases, according to their individual talents.

In other words, Charlie began, his irritability beginning to show. They are going to take my sons as well as our nephew, Peter, away from my wife and I. Then they’ll send them to God knows where just, so they aren’t in any way, shape or form influencing me, my men, and women doing their patriotic duties at the airfield?

Major, Davies spoke in a tone, hoping to help calm the situation. I, they just feel these young men would better serve our country in positions more suitable to their talents.

Major Morrison, the Blitz in London last year, lasted for 57 days and nights; it was hell. Most of the people in London remember the day of September 15 where there was a large daylight attack. Thousands of military and civilian lives were lost. We do not want that to happen again. The conversation continued with Charlie negotiating about weapons, ammunition, fuel, and reinforcements.

I’ll see what I can do not to allow this to happen until after this school year. Will that help the situation?

Nothing can help the situation by taking our family away from us. But if it is essential, waiting until the school year is over would help ease the situation at home. I want to make sure they are sent to less hazardous areas if at all possible.

As I said, I’ll do what I can. Colonel Davies attempted to assure Charlie, with little results.

Vergiss den unbedeutenden Flugplatz! (Forget that insignificant airfield!) The SS-Brigadefuhr Generalmajor SS-Brigadefuhrer er, or Brigadier General Vogel yelled.

Sie interessieren mich nicht! Mir geht es darum, die britische Moral zu zerstören und das zu tun, indem ich sie aus der Existenz bombardiere! (I don’t care about them! What I do care about is destroying the British morale. That is to bomb them out of existence!) General Vogel added as the Oberstleutnant SS-Obersturmbannfuhrer or Lieutenant Colonel stood at attention and accepted his orders.

Wir konzentrieren uns Jetzt auf die Bombardierung von London. Alles und Jeden zerstören, der sich dem Führer und seiner arischen Agenda widersetzt. (We are now focusing our efforts on bombing London. Destroying anything and anyone that opposes the Führer and his Aryan agenda.) The Colonel went on, describing his intentions on further attacks. The alleged blitzkrieg of 1940 was a German strategy of 1914, with new technology integrated. Hitler himself called the term Blitzkrieg ‘a completely idiotic word’ or: Ein ganz blödsinniges Wort.

Hitler read Guderian’s book "Achtung – Panzer!" Roughly translated Attention, Tank! or, more descriptively, Beware the Tank! was written in 1937. Upon observing the armored field exercises at Kummersdorf, Hitler commanded, Das will ich - und das werde ich haben. or, (that is what I want – and that is what I will have.) A blitz is a reference to force concentration. That is the practice of initiating overwhelming forces against the enemy to the point that disparity, disappointment, and catastrophic emotions within the victim’s ranks, lending favor to the invading forces.

Ich möchte einen weiteren Ansturm der Zerstörung wie im September letzten Jahres! (I want another onslaught of destruction like September of last year!) Ich möchte, dass diese dekadenten Briten vernichtet werden! Ich möchte, dass sie das Dritte Reich fürchten und wofür wir stehen! (I want those decadent Brits destroyed! I want them to fear The Third Reich and what we stand for!")

Brigadier General Vogel threw papers around a table until he located the one he was looking for. He consulted with the Colonel on their next set of future bombings.

After Roland and Peter fueled the Annie, had lunch with some of the other pilots, and described the past two years, they made their way back to the plane, and Roland asked Peter if he wanted to fly. Peter smiled and declined, remembering the joy he had as the passenger. He was able to concentrate on the essential pleasure of flying without focusing on the tactics of flying. The two of them were quiet during the flight, Roland knowing what was coming and Peter dreading the future.

Once the two landed, they did their routine post-flight checks and put Annie to sleep in her hanger. The two of them began their walk to the house when Peter saw the mares in the corral.

Let’s go see the girls, Peter said about the two horses. Together they walked to the corral and began brushing the horses as Peter pulled two very ripe apples from a wood box Roland had sitting near the shelter. As usual, the horses ate the apples with vigor, both Roland and Peter avoiding the topic they both knew needed to be addressed.

During the Battle of Britain on July 10 through October 31, 1940, Brigadier General Vogel knew the German Luftwaffe lost more than 1700 Luftwaffe planes. Still, he also knew the Royal Air Force (RAF) lost 1250 aircraft, including 1017 fighters. Like the Messerschmitt DB 601, some aircraft carried heavy armament, two 20 mm MG FF cannons. The significant advantage for the German fighter was its fuel-injected engine, which allowed it to perform negative-G maneuvers without the engine stalling. This was a great advantage for the Luftwaffe since the Hawker Hurricane, and Supermarine Spitfires could not achieve this accomplishment because the British aircraft used carburetors instead of fuel injection. During a negative-G maneuver, the pilot accelerates faster than the rate of natural freefall, often resulting in a feeling of weightlessness. In other words, when a plane goes into a nose-dive, the pilot pushes the yoke forward, causing the pilot to go up in the pilot’s seat. This maneuver can result in what pilots call ‘red-out,’ where the blood gathers in the pilot’s head, and everything has a slight red tinge to his vision.

Knowing this was against standing recommendations, he was determined to eradicate the British and Allied forces once and for all. Brigadier General Vogel issued a command for the Luftflotte 2 (or Air fleet 2) of the German Luftwaffe, responsible for bombing southeast England and London to converge on Juvincourt in France. He ordered different types of Messerschmitts, such as the ME-109, which in the best of circumstances, only had enough fuel for a few minutes over Britain. He wanted bombers like the Heinkel HE 11, HE 177’s, the Dornier Do 215, and Dornier Do 217’s to Juvincourt and Pas-de-Calais in France as well as a few other airbases for another air attack on London. The flight over the English Channel took about an hour on a good day.

Ich weiß, das deutsche Oberkommando will keinen weiteren Luftangriff auf Großbritannien wie zuvor, aber es war nur eine Empfehlung, kein Befehl. (I know German High Command doesn’t want another air-raid on Britain like before, but it was only a recommendation, not an order.) General Vogel told his second in command as he walked over to a map on the wall. He stood at the map, traced different routes from one point to another, and decided on a course that he thought would take the RAF by surprise.

Diesmal werden wir siegen. Oberbefehlshaber Hermann Göring konnte ihren Willen nicht brechen, mit Sicherheit werde ich! (We will be victorious this time. Supreme Commander Hermann Göring was not able to break their will, I certainly will!) Der Führer wird sehen, dass wir die Alliierten besiegen können, wenn wir Richtig geführt werden. (The Führer will see we can defeat the Allies if led correctly.) He gloated. Dies wird sehr bald geschehen. Informiere Berlin nicht, das ist mein kampf. (This is going to happen very soon. Do not inform Berlin. This is my fight.) He added as he walked out of the room, his officers apprehensive but willing to follow orders no matter the repercussions.

Peter, Roland began. I think we both know what needs to be talked about. Peter nodded in agreement as he continued brushing one of the mares. School is a necessary thing. I know you’re sixteen now, but there is still a lot anyone your age still needs to learn. Peter acknowledged only out of respect for his mentor. Also, you’re still considered a teen, he paused. Teens need to be around, well, other people your age.

Yes, I know, Peter began as he sighed. It’s just that they are so, well, immature! Roland felt he had to laugh for two reasons. He thought it was hilarious; then, he wanted to relieve some of the tension. I mean, all they want to talk about is who is seeing who, where they go, what they do. And the gossip on other issues. It’s just so, he shook his head, trying to find the correct word. Childish! Roland burst out in laughter that caused the mare to jump and Peter to begin to laugh.

Son, as I said, he continued as he tried not to burst out in laughter again. You’re getting to the age that it’s time to put away your toys and think about the future. What does the Good Book say…. He looked up as if asking for the answer. Ah, I Corinthians 13, I think. ‘When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.’ That caused Peter to laugh.

What? Roland asked as if he were insulted. You don’t think I read the Good Book?

Well, it’s not exactly that, Peter giggled. I just can’t see you sitting in a rocking chair with a quilt over your lap, sipping a cup of tea with a bonnet on.

Okay, Roland interrupted. I’ll give you the quilt over your lap and the bonnet thing, but I do enjoy sitting next to the fire reading the Good Book. Anyway, it’s just that, well, okay, to the point. Have you met any young ladies? I mean ones that interest you and not just the ones that are interested in flying! He grinned. Come on; there’s got to be at least one around here that sparks a little fire in you? Peter blushed to the point Roland grinned. Ah, there is one lassie that sparks your interest. Roland smiled and looked at the mare. Come on. What’s the young lady’s name? Peter continued to blush. Come on.

Her name is Caitlyn.

Well, …tell me more!

Okay, Peter sighed as he grabbed two more apples for the mares. She’s dark-haired, kind of like me, you know, chubby, but she has a great smile! What really interests me is her interest in the country, farming, walking in the woods, well she just plain enjoys the outdoors! There, you happy now? Peter snickered as he fed the mares.

Oh, so you’ve been out walking in the woods with her, have you? Roland teased.

Wha… Peter stammered as he turned toward Roland with an insulting smile on his face. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.

Oh, my, Roland smiled with pride. We’re already kissing now, are we?

No, Peter quickly tried to clarify. That’s not what I meant! I meant I don’t tell people about private stuff like that…it’s embarrassing! Roland slapped him on the back.

Son, he began. Don’t ever feel that way about something as normal as pushing the throttle forward, adjusting the pitch of the propeller, and rolling the plane into a spin! It’s instinct, son! Peter laughed, feeling a little more comfortable with the conversation.

It’s just; she’s so neat! When she smiles, her face lights up. She has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. Roland smiled and thought to himself that there aren’t too many people to choose from in a town as small as Burghfield, but at least his interest was peaked.

What things do you do. I mean, when you are together? Do you eat lunch together or what?

Yea, we have lunch, and I find myself just waiting for that time of day. Now with school beginning to start, it seems I can hardly wait to sit next to her in class. I know that sounds dumb, but I think about her all the time.

Did you see each other during this past summer?

Well, when time allowed it. I mean with the airfield and all.

See, that’s another good reason to go back to school…Caitlyn, is it? Peter nodded in agreement. Well, classes begin on Monday, so now you’ll have more time to spend with her. Peter smiled in agreement. Let’s get the brushes out and give the girls a good brushing, shall we? Peter smiled, and they got to work brushing the mares.

After a couple of days of working with Lieutenant Colonel Davies, assisting and informing each other on locations of ground units, Battalions, and RAF units; their strengths and weaknesses, they discussed the supplies Charlie would be able to take back to their airfield and when it would be ready for transport.

There is one other thing I think you would like to do, LTC Davies added. General Ceagan would like to meet you. He said he would be able to meet you on Wednesday. Would you be able to stay a couple of days longer? That way, you could see the entire outfit? Charlie looked at a calendar and accepted after making sure the supplies they agreed upon would be on their way immediately. LTC Davies decided they would be going out that afternoon.

Colonel Davies, Roland interjected. Is there a way to make a call to Burghfield?

I don’t see a problem. Just go to the communications building and request a patch, and they’ll put you through. Oh, by the way, are your quarters adequate? We don’t have too much here, basic chow, shower, and a place to sleep.

I’m sure they will be just fine, Charlie assured him as he saluted and made his way to the communications building.

What can I do for you, Major? a Corporal asked as he stood up and saluted.

Colonel Davies said I could make a call to Burghfield. Would you be able to do that for me?

Certainly, sir. The Corporal turned to the radio, labeled ‘open channel,’ and paused. Are you calling the field or for a personal matter?

Personal. Thank you.

What is the number, Major? Charlie thought a moment and, since their home doesn’t have a phone, as did nearly all the houses in Burghfield. He chose to have him use the bank’s number. The Corporal dialed the number and handed the phone to Charlie.

Hello? Charlie said into the phone. This is Charlie Morrison. He paused as the person on the other end received the delayed message. May I speak with Thomas? Thank you. There was a short wait then a voice came over the connection.

Is that you, Charlie? The voice on the phone asked.

Yes, Thomas. I do not have much time. Is there a way you get get a message to Isabella and let her know I’ll be calling back at 5 p.m. tonight, and I’d like her to be there to talk? The man on the line assured him that would happen and tried to ask how things were going, what was happening, and so on, but Charlie informed him that he could not talk about anything. The man said he would make it happen and hung up.

Corporal, Charlie said to the young man at the desk next to him. I’ll be back at 4:45 this evening. Please make sure this line is open? The Corporal assured him that would be the case.

Peter and his cousins, Mark and Rick, woke up early that Monday morning, did their chores around the house, all three thinking about the day ahead of them on their first day of school. This year would be Rick’s final year, while Peter and Mark had two more years.

They completed their usual chores and went inside the house where Aunt Isabella was just finishing breakfast. They all sat down at the table with one empty seat, waiting for the day when Charlie returned from London.

Are you guys ready for school today? Aunt Isabella asked, trying to break the silence. The three of them grunted their responses. Come on, guys. It will be a good break from the airbase. You’ll be able to hang out with your friends, who you have been neglecting, if I might say. You’ve only got a year or two, so enjoy it while it lasts! These years only come once. They all agreed, Peter feeling better about returning to the one-room classroom.

Once the three arrived at the school, each person went their own way, Peter’s eyes scanning the areas the clicks seemed to gravitate toward during breaks. His eyes caught the eyes of the person he was seeking. He met with Caitlyn near an old shed, under a large Beech tree. Caitlyn said that the type of tree was one of her favorites. During the past spring, he listened to her intently as she described the tree found mainly in S.E. England and S.E. Wales. She explained that these trees are monoecious, meaning both male and female flowers grow on the same tree, which seemed to go through one ear and out the other; his attention was on other issues. Their conversation continued until the call for classes to begin was given, and they went inside and took their seats, Peter making sure he sat next to her.

Brigadier General Vogel reviewed the maps attached to the wall in the command center, calculating the distances between airfields and the distance over the English Channel. Stepping back and taking the entire map into his vision, a sadistic grin came across his face. His thoughts of being held as a visionary by the Führer was almost more than he could stand. The idea of his being able to boast in front of his equals and better gave him goosebumps.

Wir werden alle Informationen sammeln, die wir vom Oberkommando bekommen können, sowie alle Kommunikationsabhörungen, die wir vom Radio, von den Bodenleitungen und von den Briten erhalten. (We will be gathering all intel we can from High Command as well as any communication interceptions we get from radio, ground lines, anything from the Brits we can.) Brigadier General Vogel ordered.

Soweit wir wissen, werde ich entscheiden, wann wir angreifen. (From what we gather, I will make the decision on when we will attack.)

Heir General, one of his aids interrupted. Was ist mit Berlin? (What about Berlin?)

Sie sagen ihnen nur, dass wir Informationen über die Truppenbewegungen der Alliierten sammeln, um auf dem Laufenden zu bleiben. Schlicht und einfach. Können Sie das tun? (You’ll tell them we are gathering updates on intel to keep informed on troop movements of the Allied Forces. Plain and simple. Can you do that?) Brigadier General Vogel added sarcastically as the aid nodded his assurance, all the while the young German fearing what would happen if the Führer was to find about what the General was planning.

Charlie found the officer’s quarters building, checked in, and assigned a bunk with the Corporal at the desk. He picked up his gear, made his way into the sleeping areas, and found his bed. He was glad it was a lower bunk since he never liked climbing up on things.

Excuse me, Major, a voice called from across the bunk area. Charlie looked over and saw a young Lieutenant with pilot wings on his dirty and tattered uniform. Are you with the Ghost Squadron? We’ve heard you were in the area. The man smiled and walked to where Charlie was unpacking his gear. It is sure a pleasure to meet the Commander of Walker Airbase. He extended his hand.

Well, Charlie said, somewhat shocked. Glad to meet you, Lieutenant. He shook hands and looked inquisitively at the fighter pilot. You say we’ve heard about the Ghost Squadron. Just what have you heard?

Sir, we’ve heard you were able to attack and demolish three German airfields with only bi-planes! The Lieutenant replied excitedly.

Charlie laughed and turned back to unpacking his gear. I guess it’s true about how rumors can change with time. He smiled. Lieutenant, don’t believe everything you hear. It wasn’t three airfields, but rather the same airfield twice. I will say my ground personnel and pilots with rag-tag aircraft were able to apprehend and take control of a German airbase that in the records never existed. And yes, we have re-taken our homes and farms back. Charlie stopped, noticing a slight disappointment on the young pilot’s face. But, rest assured, your actions here have been much more advantageous to the war. It is an honor to finally meet one of the courageous pilots who have helped defeat the Luftwaffe bombers and fighters. I am honored. The young man’s chest pumped up, and a smile came across his face that made the conversation all worthwhile to Charlie.

Lieutenant…. Charlie paused, waiting for the young man’s name.

Ah, Lieutenant Gordon, sir.

Lieutenant Gordon. Did you know that Gordon means a good leader and very powerful: focused and aggressive? The Lieutenant nodded that he had not known that. When I’m finished stowing my gear, if you have the time, show me around and meet others in your squad?

That would be outstanding, sir!

Please give me a few minutes while I get everything set up to meet General Ceagan later this afternoon. The young man agreed, still smiling, returned to his bunk and began to write a letter to his family back home.

After a tour of the base by Lieutenant Gordon, they walked up to a hanger with several young men and one about Charlie’s age walking around Spitfires and Hurricane airplanes.

Guys! the Lieutenant yelled out. He’s here! Major Morrison from Burghfield! With that announcement, some of the men tossed down dirty rages; some put away tools while others got up from their beers and gathered at the opening of the hanger, many still wiping their hands.

When Charlie and Lieutenant Gordon entered the hanger opening, hands shot out, smiles on all the pilot’s faces, just waiting to meet one of the leaders of the legendary ‘Ghost Squadron.’

It was several days of General Vogel’s aids contacting different bases and airbases, including people they knew within the SS and Wehrmacht, part of Germany’s politico-military power. During WWII, the Wehrmacht gave close cover air-support, tanks, and infantry to the European axis powers or, in German, Achsenmächte.

Was passiert mit der Organisation der von mir gewünschten Piloten? (What is happening with organizing the pilots I want?) General Vogel demanded as he entered the control room. Es ist Tage her und du hast mir nichts gesagt! (It’s been days, and you haven’t told me a single thing!)

Herr General (General,) A lieutenant replied. Wir haben einige Schwierigkeiten mit den Basiskommandanten. (We are having some difficulty with the base commanders.)

Welche Art von Schwierigkeit? (What kind of trouble?) Vogel glared at the young officer. Was verstehen sie nicht darüber, dass wir London angreifen? (What don’t they understand about us attacking London?)

Es ist nur so, dass sie eine Bestätigung direkt von Berlin wollen. (It’s just that they want confirmation directly from Berlin.)

Berlin! Ich habe dir gesagt, du sollst ihnen sagen, das sind meine Befehle, Berlin hat nichts dagegen zu tun!Berlin! (I told you to tell them these are my orders, Berlin has nothing to do about it!)

Es tut mir leid, Herr General. Sie stimmen dem Luftangriff einfach nicht zu. Sie sagten und ich zitiere, Sir. Wir werden keine Bomber oder Eskortenjäger mehr verlieren, ohne den Befehl des Führers." (I’m sorry, Herr General. They won’t agree to the aerial attack. They said, and I quote, sir. ‘We are not going to lose any more bombers or escort fighters without the Führer’s order.’)

Vogel glared at the Lieutenant. Fein. Gib mir ihre Namen und ich kümmere mich um diese dämmrigen Idioten! (Fine. Give me their names, and I’ll take care of those insulant imbeciles!)

During school days, Peter found himself more interested in Caitlyn than flying, a thought that made him uncomfortable. On one of the days when school let out, he told his cousins he was going to Mr. Bauer’s house and would be home at dinner time. His cousins acknowledged with a ‘yea, who cares’ attitude as they walked off with their friends.

Peter rode over to Roland’s house and found him tending the garden they both created. Peter noticed he was pulling green beans from the plants and walked over.

Well, it’s about time you showed up to help. Roland smiled as Peter looked around. These beans are perfectly ripe, and the corn is excellent. Peter picked up an ear of corn; the silky tassels had turned a golden brown by then. He noticed Roland had bundled the stalks and placed them near his truck.

Why are you saving the stalks? What good are they?

Corn stalks are great for cattle feed, Roland said as he picked up the bucket of beans and began walking to the house. During the winter, corn stalks give cattle more vitamins than just plain hay.

Okay, Peter began, a little confused. As far as I know, you don’t have any cattle.

Your right, Roland said as he put the bucket on the porch. But there are plenty of cattle ranchers that could use these stalks for their beef. It’s always a good thing to help others when you have an abundance of goods. Peter thought about that a moment and thought that was a great idea.

So, what brings you here after school?

I’m a little worried about something.

What’s that? Roland said as he sat in one of the chairs on the front porch.

Well, it’s kind of, ah, different. Peter sheepishly replied, causing Roland to smile slightly.

Well, spit it out, son!

It’s just, well, I’ve been finding I want to spend more and more time with Caitlyn, and I feel guilty.

Guilty about what? Roland added, already knowing the answer.

Well, guilty because I kind of find myself wanting to spend time with her rather than flying, Peter said, lowering his head in shame.

Son, Roland said as he leaned forward to look Peter directly in his eyes. That’s nothing to be guilty or ashamed about. It’s perfectly normal and healthy if you ask me. I was single when I first started flying, and when I met my wife, I went through the same issue you are. But once I made that decision, they both worked together, and I became a better pilot. It changes a person from being a selfish pilot only to flying for others than themselves. Once he learns that he has more to fight for than just himself and his plane, a family, he becomes a much better pilot and doesn’t take unnecessary risks.

What decision? Peter asked with an eyebrow raised.

Roland leaned back into his chair and smiled. When I just knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

What? Marriage? Peter looked shocked. You’ve got to be joking! I don’t want to get married! Shoot, I’m only 16, almost.

Don’t knock it, son. Roland took a sip of his tea. It’s an institution long in existence and proven. It also comes with some pretty nice benefits. Roland paused. You do know what I’m talking about, don’t you?

Yes. Peter quickly expressed.

Good, I really wasn’t in the mood to go over that with you, Roland added with a smile and an inner sense of relief. "Feeling guilty is normal. You’ve invested so much of your time, efforts, and emotional attachment to flying, it’s okay to feel a little like you’re betraying it. As I said, you’ll never lose the love of flying. That will always be a huge part of you. What you need to do is find out if Caitlyn is willing to share your love of flying. Flying is a significant part of you, and she needs to realize that before any big decisions are made. You cannot be selfish; she has dreams and ideas also. Not only that, you need to make sure her interests are compatible with your own. That’s a big part of a working marriage." Peter sat there, his eyes gazing off toward the corral and the horses.

Mr. Bauer, Peter began. When I’m with her, I feel kind of…content. Roland smiled and laughed. When I first held her hand, it felt like electricity shot through my body. My head became light. You know, like when we do a couple of barrel rolls in the planes.

Son, I know exactly what you mean. You are not alone, and everyone has those feelings. My advice, hang onto those feelings for the rest of your life with her, or whoever you choose. Roland felt it was time to move on as he got up from the chair and patted Peter on the shoulder. I would like to say something, though. Peter stood with him, smiling and feeling better about the entire situation. I know I could never replace your parents, especially your father. He paused as he began to step off the front porch. If you ever feel like it, and if you don’t, that’s totally fine! But if you do feel like it, you are more than willing to call me dad. With that, Roland began to walk toward the garden as Peter followed.

I’ve always wanted to, and I’d like nothing better than to call you dad. Roland stopped, paused, and turned around with a broad smile on his face. Both Peter and Roland stared at each other when Peter saw tears forming in Roland’s eyes. Peter smiled, reached out, and hugged his mentor like he hadn’t given anyone since his father.

Charlie was shown all around the hanger, the planes, and the barracks they were going to stay. Numerous questions were asked and answered, causing Charlie to find it challenging to take it all in. After a couple of days of meeting people and inspecting the workings of the airbase, Wednesday arrived, and the meeting with General Ceagan would begin.

Charlie got dressed in his uniform and made his way to the headquarters building. Upon entering the General’s office section, he was met with another woman who noted he was there for his meeting. When he was told to enter, he got up, knocked on the door, and waited for a response. When he entered, he was met with a one-star General and two other men, a Captain and a Major. He stepped up to the desk and saluted. The General returned the salute and mentioned him to have a seat.

Major Morrison, the General began. It’s good to meet you finally. These are my senior staff, my advisors. Charlie greeted them and returned his gaze to the General. When I first heard about your ‘little unit,’ I was skeptical, to say the least. I decided to check into it myself and was surprised it was all true. General Ceagan called to his receptionist for some tea.

Some of my staff were not as impressed with the idea of you becoming the commander of an RAF airfield. To be blunt, Major Tillerson here was the individual with the concern. Charlie glanced over to the Major and saw the man was staring straight ahead with no emotion on his face.

This main concern, and rightfully so, was that you’ve had no formal training in commanding a unit, not to mention you’ve never been in the military. Charlie sat there, waiting for the shoe to drop.

We would like to know, what makes you think you are qualified to lead such a base, not to mention an RAF airfield?

Charlie thought a quick moment and looked straight at the General. General Ceagan, Major Tillerson, he began. As you stated, our ‘little unit’ is quite unique, and one the Germans were not expecting. I did not take command, as you’ve probably heard. The Resistance appointed me because I am the most qualified, as you put it, so bluntly. I was the one with my entire family to orchestrate the entire ground and air attacks with the assistance of the local retired RAF pilots. They say necessity is the mother of invention. Circumstances required action to be taken, and we didn’t see any assistance from London coming anytime soon. So, we, as a community, decided to defend our homes, land, and, more importantly, our families. If your officers deem it necessary to replace me, by all means, go ahead. I’d rather be home for dinner each night, spending time with my family before they get married. Charlie sat back, crossed his hands, and waited for their responses.

The General leaned back, thought for a moment. Major, I meant no disrespect. After viewing all the reports I’ve received, I believe you are the best person for the position, and I plan on keeping you there.

And my family? Charlie replied. If I’m not mistaken, British regulations require all military personnel to swear an oath to King and Country before they are actually in any military service for the Crown. That comment took all the officers by surprise, causing Major Tillerson to turn his head in anger as General Ceagan considered his comment.

Technically, you are correct, Ceagan replied, causing Major Tillerson to swing his head toward the General. That being said, we technically and legally cannot order any of you to transfer anywhere. I hope you can see our dilemma? Here we have a very competent unit on the outskirts of London, out of the prying eyes of the Luftwaffe. An airbase, according to our intel, they have decided it is not a threat to German troops or squadrons. The General thumbed through some paperwork on his desk and retrieved some papers.

This piece of paper is directly from Headquarters, he put on his glasses and read the letter. About the landing field now called Walker Airfield, they are legally not considered an official RAF entity and not susceptible to the legal or disciplinary actions under our legal system. Major Tillerson, enraged, spoke up.

General! That’s preposterous! We need that airbase and all its personnel! The General raised his hand to calm the Major down.

Major, I realize that, and so does the entire airbase in Burghfield. Major Tillerson closed his mouth as General Ceagan continued. Major Morrison, the General leaned forward, calmly spoke directly at Charlie. Is there any evidence that the Walker Airfield personnel would not fight for the Crown if they were not ‘officially’ part of the RAF?

General, Charlie leaned forward slightly. Was there any dispute to that when those farmers, ranchers, and shopkeepers did what they did? I think not, and the results prove this to be true. General Ceagan leaned back into his chair and looked out the single window of his bare office. He sat there for what Charlie thought was an eternity when Major Tillerson was about to speak, and the Brigadier General put his hand up to stop him. Major Tillerson and Lieutenant Gordon, would you please excuse us? Thank you. The two men left, but not without Tillerson giving Charlie a glare that caused him to cringe inside slightly.

Major Morrison, he began without looking back from the window. We are on tremendously new territory. This entire situation will be a legal headache, one that the United Kingdom Courts do not have time to deliberate during a time of war. This entire ordeal will set a precedent for future similar issues, but I am not concerned about that right now. I am not an attorney, but if I were, this is one case I would not want to take on. That being said, deep down, do you feel that airbase can and would continue to operate as a private airbase for the Crown, on paper, that is? Charlie smiled and confirmed the case. With that, again, I am impressed with what you and those ‘farmers and ranchers’ have been able to accomplish. Were you able to coordinate with supply about getting what you require at the airbase?

Yes, sir. They were accommodating. Charlie took that as a dismissal and stood. Thank you for being so understanding. General Ceagan stood, Charlie saluted, turned, and left the office.

Peter and Caitlyn had been walking along a street in town, holding hands and talking. Peter’s heart was pounding; his hands began to sweat. They were both smiling as they walked past the town market, not paying much attention to what was going on around them when they walked into his Aunt Isabella.

Well, it’s good to see the two of you out enjoying the fall weather, Isabella remarked, causing Peter to blush and quickly remove his hand from Caitlyn’s’.

Ah, we are just out walking. Peter stammered.

I’m glad you are. Caitlyn, is it? Caitlyn acknowledged she was correct. How would you like to join us for dinner tonight? Peter’s eyes grew wide as his face became even redder.

Aunt Isabella! He began.

I would love to, ma’am, Caitlyn replied as Peter’s head spun around with the look of shock on his face.

Wonderful! Why don’t you run home and clear it with your parents. Isabella replied as Peter’s head spun back around toward his aunt. Peter, dear, Aunt Isabella smiled. You’re going to give yourself a crick in the neck if you keep snapping it back and forth like that.

It certainly will, Caitlyn smiled at that comment. What time would you be expecting me?

How about five? Peter was looking back and forth between the two women he felt were conspiring against him.

Thank you. I will be there. She added as she watched Peter, who looked as if he was a young boy caught in the act of doing something wrong. Aunt Isabella smiled, stood slightly taller, and walked off with a smirk on her face, leaving Peter to defend himself.

What just happened? Peter said more to himself than anyone else.

Oh, your aunt helped you in taking the next step in our relationship, she added with a wicked grin that Peter couldn’t miss seeing.

Wha? he replied as she retook his hand and began leading him down the street to her home to ask her parents about dinner. Peter, in shock, just followed her lead.

Brigadier General Vogel went into his office, looked over the names on the list given to him, his frown growing with every title. Feiglinge, (Cowards) he spoke to himself. "Der Führer weiß nicht, wen er zuständig hat. Das werde ich ändern." (The Führer doesn’t know who he has in charge. I’ll change that.) He put the papers down and began to look up a man who was very close to Hitler, Martin Bormann.

Martin Bormann was the head of the Nazi Party Chancellery. The Party Chancellery was the name of the head office for the German Nazi Party. It was formed on 12 May 1941 after Rudolf Hess fled to Scotland to negotiate a peace agreement without Hitler’s approval. Hess was denounced by Hitler and considered a traitor, and to be shot on sight. Bormann had always fancied himself in a more critical position other than just the Führer’s personal secretary.

Vogel knew he was Hitler’s personal secretary. The General knew Bormann controlled all information passed to and from Hitler and controlled all individual access to Hitler. He had final approval over all legislation and total control over all domestic matters. He remembered meeting Bormann in the Kehlsteinhaus (also known as the Eagle’s Nest), a Third Reich building built on top of the summit of the Kehlstein, in Bavaria, Southern Germany. The area of Bavaria is a landlocked area of the southeastern corner of Germany.

The Kehlstein is a mountaintop that rises above the Obersalzberg near the town of Berchtesgaden. Hitler did not like the Eagle’s Nest because of his severe fear of heights and the continuous poor weather. The Allies did not like the area due to high, jagged mountains and close quarters for attacking, not allowing Allied bombers to hit the structure and concerned about accidentally bombing the towns far below.

General Vogel requested a secure phone line to Berlin to connect him to Martin Bormann immediately. Within minutes he had the secure landline and greeted Bormann on the phone.

Hallo! (Hello!) Vogel began. Das ist SS-Brigadeführer Vogel. Wir trafen uns am Führersadlernest in Berchtesgaden. (This is SS-Brigadefuhrer Vogel. We met at the Führer’s Eagle’s Nest in Berchtesgaden.) There was a pause as Vogel waited for a reply. When he had been assured that Bormann remembered him, he continued.

Ich versuche, einen Plan zu verwirklichen, der dazu beitragen wird, Großbritannien ein für allemal zu beenden, aber ich brauche Unterstützung von einer Person, die in ihrer gegenwärtigen position offensichtlich nicht geschätzt wird. (I am attempting to carry out a plan that will help put an end to Britain once and for all, but I require some assistance from a person who is unappreciated in his present position.) Vogel