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The Barracuda was going down.
At the controls the captain knew something was wrong when he felt a rush of cold air around the knees and the torpedo bomber went into a series of dizzying loops.
Most of the front end was gone and the DT was completely shot away.
“I can’t hold her,” shouted Flt. Lt. Benson to the navigator. “You better get out!”
“But what about you sir?”
“Don't worry about me. Just leave me here alone at the controls. As long as you're alright.”
The navigator baled out, and the stricken Barracuda looked like it was headed for a crushing future.
More to come . . .
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