 Eighteen-year-old French farm boy Luc Courleciel glanced up into the clouded Pas dé Calais sky and what he was about to witness would forever shape his destiny...
From his perch atop a windmill he could see north to the two open fields and the brooding defense stations they contained. One, a listening outpost, the other, an anti-airship tower. Both part of a string of stations along this stretch of the French countryside, paralleling the Channel coast.. Luc could clearly see, silhouetted against the backdrop of a large white cloud, a trio of French Vaillante class destroyers, floating gracefully above and between the two defense stations. He could hear the drone of their engines even from this distance. They seemed so loud to him, and in that same instant he realized he was hearing more than the engines of just three flying warships... |
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