## CHAPTER I
### RUGGED GOING
The Commanding Colonel stared at the big map with its red ribbons marking air trails to and from target
s. He was spotting the exact point where his Third Fighter group would have to turn back and leave the big Fortresses and Liberators to go it alone into the concentrated defenses of Germany.
Weather Officer Miller looked glumly at the map as Colonel Holt placed his finger on a spot.
“6/10 cloud over station six.” Station six was a Luftwaffe fighter field.
The colonel scowled and shook his head. “Are the big boys going out?”
“Yes, sir. Conditions over target are very good.” Weather grinned when he said it.
“We won’t get much of a whack at the Jerries,” the colonel said rather testily.