Chapter 2

If they do, the Luftwaffe will pound them to a jelly in short order. No, I fear me this round goes to Fritz. No doubt they'll have another go t',Venty years bence, when I devoutly hope to be out to pasture." "But we can't count on the war ending," Natalie expostulated. "Oh, I think you can. I expect peace by July first, if not sooner, Natalie. Then