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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice book in great condition. Pages in excellent condition. No notes or highlighting. Small amount of edge wear to cover. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> The Hurricanes had not yet spotted us. I was not excited nor did I feel any hunting fever. “Come on! Defend yourself!” I thought as soon as I had one of the eight in my gunsight. I closed in more and more without being noticed thinking “Someone ought to warn him!” But that would have been even more stupid than the strange thoughts which ran through my head at that moment. I gave him my first burst from a range which considering the situation was still too great. I was dead on the target and at last the poor devil noticed what was happening. He rather clumsily avoided action which brought him into the fire of my companion. The other seven Hurricanes made no effort to come to the aid of their comrade in distress but made off in all directions. After a second attack my opponent spun down in spirals minus his rudder and with part of the wings flying off. A further burst would have been a waste of ammunition so I immediately went after another of the scattered Hurricanes. This one tried to escape by diving but I was soon on her tail at a distance of 100 yards. The Belgian [sic] did a half-roll and disappeared through a hole in the clouds. I did not lose track of him and attacked again from very close quarters. The plane zoomed for a second stalled and dived vertically into the ground from a height of only 1500 feet. (SP)