I kept seeing the aircraft caught in the searchlight ahead, minute and silver, diving, twisting: while my own aircraft hung in the kind of suspension with the sky light as day from the fires far below, and then on out over fires, with the bombs gone, and looking back at the aircraft turning slowly over on its back, one engine smiking, falling, spinning down inot the lights. In the mess in the morning all that seemed unreal, it did not seem as if that could ever happen to me. But it can, I thought now. We are experienced, but it can happen to us as easily as anybody....
