The Wings of Pegasus by George Chatt.

And just one more narrative describing the Sicilian adventure.

The reader will remember major TDB McMillan's exploit with an overloaded horse at Nether

Aven.

Here is the sequel to it.

We took off in a more or less orderly manner, though by the time it came to my turn to start,

the whole area was so shrouded in a pool of thick yellow dust that it was impossible to

see the tug and it was a pure coincidence that we both happened to be heading in the

same direction when we emerged.

The first part of the flight went without a hitch, though it soon became obvious that

the loose formation called for in the briefing was more loose than formation.

I had time to take stock of my load, consisting of a sergeant, ten men of the South Stafford's

and medical orderly, a trailer of ammunition and a folding bicycle.

My second pilot, a great friend of mine, called Bernard Horsel, had not had a lot of experience

on wakos, so we used the hours of daylight left to run through his duties on coming into

land.

These consisted mainly of calling out the height and airspeed at ten second intervals.

I checked the intercom and found it still to be working and then settled down to await

the dark.

When it did come, we would do for a shock.

I called up Captain Smith and asked him to switch on his station-keeping lights to which

he replied plaintively that they had been on for quarter of an hour.

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