Battle Order 204: A Bomber Pilot's StoryAllen & Unwin, 1 квіт. 2007 р. - 324 стор. 'Bomb doors open!' It was the call that haunted airmen's dreams. This is the story of an ordinary young Australian whose ambition to fly took him halfway round the globe during World War II - and the fateful mission when his plane was hit three times. 'Battle Order 204 is about the quality of courage...Christobel Mattingley has written this book with compassion and insight, its presentation is gripping and moving.' Max Fatchen AM 'Brilliant...At once uplifting yet thought-provoking; enlightening yet, of necessity, sad. There is a commendable balance of hard fact and human emotion elements, and I found it almost impossible to put down.' Mike Garbett, author of The Lancaster at War |
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Battle Order 204 2 D Dog | 42 |
Battle Order 204 3 Target Dortmund | 66 |
Battle Order 204 4 Hit | 144 |
Battle Order 204 5 Put on the Parachutes | 162 |
Battle Order 204 6 Take Up Crash Positions | 186 |
Battle Order 204 7 A Perfect Landing | 230 |
Epilogue | 287 |
About the Others | 293 |
a Love Story NOT a Grocery List | 300 |
Acknowledgements | 302 |
About the Poems | 306 |
Glossary | 309 |
Sources | 312 |
Battle Order 204 8 Outstanding Devotion to Duty | 244 |
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625 Squadron Air Force aircraft aircrew airfield airmen Alan Scott Australian Battle Order 204 Birdy bomb aimer Bomb doors Bomber Command boys Brian Britain British Christmas church Church Broughton climbed cloud Cyril Cyril Bailey David wrote diary Distinguished Flying Cross Drew enemy engines England enjoyed feet fighters flak flight flying friends German glad ground crew guns Happy Valley heavy hope hospital John Pudney Kelstern killed kite knew Lancaster land Launceston leave letters Lincoln Cathedral London looking loved Mattingley meal Melbourne months morning mother Murga navigator never night Officer parachute parents Peter Peter Lord pilot planes Point Cook RAAF raid Rauceby Rauceby Hospital rear gunner Reg Murr Reg Watson searchlights skipper Southrop station take-off target Tasmania thank thought Tiger Moth took trip turret Umgeni WAAF waiting watched weather weeks Wingco wings wireless operator
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