Squadron Island

By Sabrina

 

Chapter 1.

 

As the Wellington Bomber approached the aerodrome the sun was rising and Charlie was always grateful that the sun rose in the east and was always behind them, he often thought how much of a bitch the journey home would be if the sun was in their faces for the last hundred miles. It was the same if ever they did daytime bombing runs as normally the sun would be behind them as they set off east. But as was normally the case it would be dark when their Vickers Wellington would begin its journey over the North Sea and in pursuit of their targets.

 

Today as he steered his plane onward at least they were coming home, so many of their comrades did not, almost every night they seem to lose another crew, he often thought, it was no use getting too attached to any of the guys in the barracks as you didn't know when you would see them again.