THE PLOUGHMAN AND THE NAZI

The droning grew louder. McLean, leaning on his pitchfork,  scanned the sky looking for the source. An RAF flyer, he thought. Not unusual in the evening, although this aeroplane sounded much lower than normal. The noise exploded over the ridge, knocking McLean off his feet. As he fell backwards he saw the low-flying 'plane, with … Continue reading THE PLOUGHMAN AND THE NAZI