turret round, pointed his gun upwards, and let lly.
The German, thinking he was coming down on a
defenceless machine, suddenly found himself flying
into a concentrated fire which he had never even
dreamt of. Bullets began to come through the front
of his machine—too late he tried to turn away, but
another burst had gone into his engine and flames
licked back along the wings and the cockpit. A
desperate pull out from the dive and the whole belly
of his machine was presented to the Defiant s gunner.
Another well-aimed burst and the German was spinning
helplessly down into the sea.
And that is how the Deliants puzzled, upset, and
shot down scores of enemy machines in those tense
and dangerous days of the evacuation.
Ilow We Are Defended.
Apart from the glorious episode of Dunkirk, the
Metropolitan f ighter Command, which is the name
given to the fighters whose bases are in England, has
had plenty of what might be called routine work.
You remember that, before the start of the Blitz
krieg (or lightning war), German bombers had been
attacking our shipping, and had made numbers of
flights to our East Coast. They had also raided the
Orkneys and the great naval base at Scapa Flow.
All these raids came within the scope of our home
fighters, and they fought so well during the winter
and early spring that over fifty enemy machines had
been brought down round our shores.
Those of you who saw the film The Lion Hits