From an altitude of several thousand feet, the choppy waves of
the English Channel didn’t look at all inviting under the leaden winter
skies on December 29, 1944. At any time of year, the cold waters separating
England from the European Continent could be a death trap for any man;
the conditions were only moreso today as the two silver Mustangs droned
westward across the widest part of the channel, 150 miles of cold, gray seas.
When a dinghy is a fighter pilot's best friend
By Thomas mcKelvey cleaver