Out of the sun the Hurricanes roared down on the Luftwaffe's unsuspecting squadrons like eagles upon their prey. All over the Western Desert they struck - airfields, convoys, enemy fighter patrols - no German was safe. They swooped, fought and killed - only to disappear, flitting away at zero feet among the sand dunes, vanishing from the sight of men like ghost planes. Terror reigned in German hearts whenever the high-pitched scream of power dives warned of the coming of the
...Phantom Fighters
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