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to the new Lieutenant was one of the unit’s Bren gunners, Jones.   Of the other men in the unit each carried either a No.4 Lee Enfield rifle or one of the latest generation Sten MK V submachine guns.
    Jones leaned over to Smith, shouting over the wind noise.
    “How long till the landing zone?”
    Smith, with his map case already resting on his leg double-checked.   It was not easy to navigate with limited visibility in the glider.   He had been checking with the pilots though and had studied the terrain and their landing zone for weeks.
    “Another six to seven minutes.   We should be passing the…”
    “What the fuck?” shouted Harris, one of the unit’s riflemen.
    The glider suddenly dropped as the tow cable was released.   With the glider no longer being pulled through the air the aircraft needed to lose height to maintain its speed and lift.   The unexpected quick change threw some of the passengers about.   The unit had practiced landings from various altitudes in the Horsa and one thing they knew was that the time from release to landing was always shorter than the last time.
    Harris gestured towards Smith.
    “What’s going on Sarge?”
    Smith shrugged as he lifted himself up and staggered down towards the pilots’ compartment.   It took a few steps and he had to pass the sappers who waited patiently to his right.   He didn’t envy these men; they always seemed to get the nastiest jobs and also ended up lugging all manner of crap around with them.   Still, they had a habit of being able to get in and out of trouble with almost equal ease.   Whilst hanging onto the frame he tapped one of the pilot’s shoulders to find out what was going on.   The man ignored him for a moment, he was evidently too busy scanning the sky and ground ahead.   Smith leaned in close so the pilot could hear him over the buffeting and noise.
    “Are we ahead of schedule?   According to me we shouldn’t be released for another seven minutes,” he shouted.
    “No, looks like somebody fucked up Sergeant, we’ve been released early,” answered the pilot.
    The pilot turned back to the primitive looking controls, making a few fine adjustments.   Smith stumbled as the glider began a narrow turn.    He called out to the pilots.
    “Have you got a landing zone for this area?”
    “Were working on it,” said the co-pilot in a raised and slightly excited voice.
    With the glider lacking its own power it could only stay airborne for so long.   There was a fine line between staying in the air for as long as possible and going so slowly that the glider would stall.   From the tests conducted so far a stall was definitely not something either of the pilots wanted to experiment with.   To make matters worse there was no obvious landing zone so the pilots kept the glider in as shallow a dive as possible, to give them the maximum time in the air without dropping to stall speed.   One mistake and they could land in a ploughed field or hit a house.   Those kinds of landings would mean a plane full of dead soldiers.   They followed the course of the river, using it as a navigation aid.
    Smith looked back at the centre section, the rest of the men were sat on the bench sits, awaiting his news.   He pulled himself back and then rechecked his map.   No, the pilots were right, they were way, way too early.   The only good thing was that the area leading up to their landing zone was in a relatively sparse part of the country.
    “Sergeant, I think we’ve got somewhere!” called one of the pilots.
    “If we can stay up for another sixty seconds we can use this area.   It’s supposed to be used for later landings but has been checked, it should be ok.”
    “It’s not like we have much of a choice,” spoke Smith grimly.   He grasped the pilot’s shoulder.
    “Good luck, see you on the ground!” Smith shouted.
    He then turned and made his way back into the centre section of the glider, first whispering to the sappers and