ormer knife wielder was up and very angry. This fellow was about to tackle Tromp from the rear when a new, gray haired bruiser entered the fray. He was wearing the windcheater of an American paratrooper, and wheeling a three foot plank which he busted over the head of the already crippled Britisher. The man Tromp was sparring with decided enough was enough, and deserted his comrades. The Frenchman let go of the two men he was choking, and they staggered out of the alley. The paratrooper checked the man he laid out, deciding the fellow would come around with nothing more that a sore head.

"I name Andre Daudet. Buy drink, yes?" The Free Frenchman asked, grinning.

"What part of France are you from friend? Wherever it is, we need more of you in this war," Tromp replied, panting.

Daudet took on a puzzled expression. "France?

 Not France, Finland. Am Lapp."

"Huh?" Tromp said.

The paratrooper was amused "I’m Bitsee Lahai,but that’s a bit much for most white men. Call me Gray Hair." Then, turning his eyes to the Lapp,  added, "Lead on to the firewater brother."

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In an open cockpit tiger moth, Lady Mary and her flight instructor were at five hundred feet, flying over Hatfield in Hertordshire. She was wearing the flight uniform of the British Air Transport Auxiliary, the ferry pilot service. The flight instructor was an enlisted Welshman who did not like the nobility as a class, officers as a general rule, and thought women should stick to their knitting. Through the headset microphone, and sarcastically, the instructor directed, "All right

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