When the Moon Was Blood
Beukes, Eben More than a mile away and turning, a silvery shadow momentarily etched against the rising sun, the Zero was readying for a return, the beatof its radial engine drumming across the water as it prepared for another strafing run. And with alloptions seemingly exhausted Dawber knew that this time there would be no escaping the certain death spitting from its wing mounted machine guns...The Pacific. August 1942. As a Special Forces "Z" team despera...