In the months following D-Day, Hawker’s hard-hitting,
snub-nosed Typhoon struck terror into the German formations in
Normandy, crack Panzer units wilted under the constant hail of
rockets and bombs. Several times a day the Typhoon pilots would
cross the Channel to run the gauntlet of flak and ground fire,
and deliver their lethal cargo.
As another fine summer day begins, Typhoon Mk1b’s of 247
Squadron are en-route to theNormandy battlefront, the first of
several missions that day. Skimming at mast-top height, the Typhoons
pass over two ancient steam drifters, conscripted into the wartime
role of patrolling the Channel and, should the need arise, rescuing
any downed aircrew in need of help. |