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Title: A Yankee Flier in Italy
Author: Rutherford G. Montgomery
Illustrator: Paul Laune
Release Date: May 7, 2010 [EBook #32288]
Language: English
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A YANKEE FLIER
IN ITALY
[Illustration: "WE'LL TAKE OVER NOW," STAN SNAPPED.
_A Yankee Flier in Italy_]
A YANKEE FLIER
IN ITALY
BY
AL AVERY
_ILLUSTRATED BY_
PAUL LAUNE
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS :: NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1944, BY
GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC.
_All Rights Reserved_
_Printed in the United States of America_
[Transcriber's note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence
that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
_For_
AVON KIRKS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I FAREWELL PARTY 1
II SPECIAL TASK 13
III REUNION 23
IV BEACH-HEAD 38
V PRISON SHIP 52
VI FIRING SQUAD 75
VII REST CURE 90
VIII ESCAPE 98
IX HOMEWARD BOUND 110
X LONE EAGLE 127
XI RESCUE 140
XII SALERNO 162
XIII NIGHT RAID 184
XIV NIGHT FLIGHT 200
A YANKEE FLIER
IN ITALY
CHAPTER I
FAREWELL PARTY
The party was about to break up. It had not been very successful.
Lieutenant O'Malley had devoured only one blueberry pie. This meant he
was feeling far from par. He sat sprawled in a big chair that once had
belonged to a Moslem prince, his skinny legs elevated to the top of the
mess table.
"Sure, an' you fellows are skunks, beatin' it off to do a soft stretch
in Alexandria," he growled.
Lieutenant Stan Wilson, United States Army Air Corps, grinned at his
Irish pal.
"They need brains in Alexandria to tell them what to do." Stan sipped
his coffee and continued to grin.
March Allison leaned across the table. Allison was British, slight and
neatly dres
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