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قراءة كتاب Dave Dawson on the Russian Front
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DAVE DAWSON ON THE RUSSIAN FRONT
by R. SIDNEY BOWEN
Author of: "DAVE DAWSON AT DUNKIRK" "DAVE DAWSON WITH THE R. A. F." "DAVE DAWSON IN LIBYA" "DAVE DAWSON ON CONVOY PATROL" "DAVE DAWSON, FLIGHT LIEUTENANT" "DAVE DAWSON AT SINGAPORE" "DAVE DAWSON WITH THE PACIFIC FLEET" "DAVE DAWSON WITH THE AIR CORPS" "DAVE DAWSON WITH THE COMMANDOS"
[Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1943, BY CROWN PUBLISHERS
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I | Mystery Man | 11 |
II | Room 1200 | 20 |
III | Fate Laughs | 31 |
IV | East of Darkness | 42 |
V | Doubling for Death | 53 |
VI | Eagles for Moscow | 63 |
VII | You Can't See Death | 72 |
VIII | Nazi Lightning | 85 |
IX | TNT Twins | 98 |
X | Eastward to War | 114 |
XI | Moscow Magic | 129 |
XII | The Living Dead | 144 |
XIII | High Stakes | 158 |
XIV | Success or Suicide? | 171 |
XV | Land of the Dead | 187 |
XVI | Satan Is Gleeful | 199 |
XVII | End of the Beginning | 212 |
XVIII | Aces Don't Wait | 222 |
XIX | Headaches for Hitler | 234 |
CHAPTER ONE
Mystery Man
"Okay, okay!" Dave Dawson growled, and rolled over to a more comfortable position in the hotel bed. "It's dear old England. A wonderful country, a great place. And you're tickled silly to be here. Okay, I agree with every word you say. God save the King, and there'll always be an England. Now, will you let a guy get some sleep?"
"But you don't understand what it means to me, Dave." Freddy Farmer spoke through the darkness from the other bed. "This is my native land, my home, and I've—"
"Gone completely screwy!" Dawson snapped. "Sweet tripe! You were here only two days ago. Two days you've been away, and you're sounding off as though you'd been away for a million years. Just a two day jaunt over to France, and the guy starts flag waving. My pal, much as I like you, you are a pain in seventeen different places at the same time. Go to sleep, you bow-legged Commando!"[1]
"Just what I've said quite often," Freddy said placidly. "It takes an Englishman to really appreciate his homeland. Two years or two days, what does it matter? The joy that is his upon arriving back home is always the same. Do you see what I mean, Dave?"
Dawson groaned, sat up in bed, and switched on the table lamp. But as he did so he took a quick automatic glance at the room windows to make sure that the blackout curtains were drawn and securely fastened. Then he hunched around in bed and glared at his closest and dearest friend in the world.
"The day will come!" he snarled. "So help me, the day will come!"
The English-born air ace blinked, and looked blank.
"Eh?" he echoed. "What say, Dave?"
"Just that the day will come, so help me!" Dawson answered, and leveled a stiff forefinger. "The day will come