"I"m glad," Freddy whispered softly. "I"m glad it was not too late."
"Gosh, me too," Dave mumbled, and tried to say more but the words wouldn"t come.
And so the three of them: two boys and the General stood there with their faces turned toward England while the boat cut through the dawn-greyed swells and the light fog. And then after a long time the fog lifted and they saw it there ahead.
"Dover!" Freddy said in a choked voice, and tears trickled down his cheeks. "The chalk cliffs of Dover. England!"
"Yes, the chalk cliffs of Dover, and England," General Caldwell murmured huskily. "We"ve taken a pretty bad beating, but it"s far from being all over. We may even take some more beatings. Perhaps several of them. But in the end we will win. We must win, for there will always be an England. Always!"
Three days after the world-thrilling evacuation of Dunkirk, Dave Dawson sat in the living-room of Freddy Farmer"s house in Baker Street in London. Freddy was there, of course, and so was his dad. And so was Dave"s father. Within an hour after touching English soil the British War Office had contacted Dave"s dad in Paris where he had gone hoping to pick up the trail of his missing son. And, now, the four of them were waiting because of a phone call from General Caldwell. A phone call stating that the Chief of Staff was on his way there, and for them all please to wait.
"Boy, I wish he"d get here!" Dave exclaimed for the umpteenth time.
"He didn"t say why he wanted to see us?" Freddy asked his father for the umpteenth time, too.
"No, Freddy," the senior Farmer replied patiently. "He didn"t say a word about it."
"Gee, do I hope, do I hope, _do I hope!_" Dave breathed and pressed his two clenched fists together. "Do I hope he has fixed it for us to get into the R.A.F., even though we are a bit under age. He said he"d do everything he could. And, Dad?"
Dave turned and looked into his father"s face.
"Yes, Dave?"
"I sure hope it really _is_ okay with you," Dave said. "I mean getting into the R.A.F., if I possibly can. It"s.... Well, it"s just that nothing else seems important now, except tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the pants off the n.a.z.is. And I want to help, no matter _what_ kind of help it is."
"I understand, perfectly, Dave," his father said with a smile. "I know exactly how you feel, because I feel the same way. I"m staying over here to help, too. In the government end of things."
Dave"s exclamation of surprise was cut short by the ringing of the door bell. Freddy"s father answered it and came back into the room with General Caldwell. The Chief of Staff greeted them all and then handed Dave and Freddy each a small package.
"And with life-long grat.i.tude from the bottom of my heart," he said gravely.
They opened the packages to find an expensive wrist watch in each. And on the back of each watch was the inscription:
To One Of The Two Finest And Bravest Boys I Ever Met General H. V. K. Caldwell
"And, now, the real reason I came here," the General said before they could even begin to blurt out their thanks and appreciation. "Their Majesties, King George and Queen Elizabeth, are waiting to receive you at Buckingham Palace. And your fathers, of course."
"The King ... and the Queen?" Freddy said in a hushed voice.
"Oh boy, meeting the King and Queen in Buckingham Palace!" Dave breathed. And then he couldn"t hold it any longer. "General Caldwell!"
the words rushed off his lips. "What Freddy and I asked you about? I mean ... the R.A.F. Is there any chance?"
The General tried to look stern, but he just couldn"t keep the grin from breaking through.
"Among other things," he said in his soft voice, "Their Majesties wish to be the first to congratulate their two new members of the Royal Air Force. So, I suggest we do not keep them waiting, eh?"
Dave and Freddy looked at each other without speaking, but their eyes spoke volumes. The dream had come true. Or perhaps it was only beginning. Either way, though, one thing was certain. Beginning with this moment they would have the chance to do their share as pilots of the Royal Air Force in the battle for Britain. And that chance was all they asked. Nothing more.
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At that moment a short, savage burst from Flight Lieutenant Barton-Woods" guns snapped Dave"s eyes back to the Junkers. They were still quite a ways off but the Green Flight leader had let go with a challenging burst hoping that the Germans would give up thoughts of escape and turn back to give battle. However, it was instantly obvious that the Junkers pilots and their crews didn"t want any truck with three Spitfire pilots. The nose of each ship was pushed down a bit to add speed to the get away attempt. And a moment later Dave saw the flash of sunlight on bombs dropping harmlessly down into the rolling grey-green swells where the Channel blends in with the North Sea.
"Not this day, my little Jerries!" Flight Lieutenant Barton-Woods" voice boomed over the radio. "Let"s make the beggars pay for dropping bombs in our Channel, Green Flight! Give it to them!"
The last was more or less the signal that each pilot was on his own.
Dave waited until he saw his flight leader swerve off to slam in at the Junkers to the right. Then he touched rudder, and with Freddy sticking right with him, swerved off after the other German raider.