Publisher's Synopsis
OCTOBER 1940I was out, free of my aircraft, tumbling wildly in the air. I pulledthe ripcord. I was jerked back by the parachute as air punchedinto it and I swung there like a puppet, winded and gasping forbreath. I looked down at my leg. It felt like a bear was gnawingon it but it was still in one piece. For now, anyway. Then I heardit-right behind me. An Me 109 diving towards me, guns blazing.There was nothing I could do. Nowhere I could go. Shells whistledpast me on either side. I just thought, OK then. if this is it,OK. Maybe my turn had finally come...
