Pilot Officer Peter Culver flew his hurricane slowly over a row of parked Me 109s, fired a short burst to let them know he was there, then circled over the Nazi air base, waiting. They’d be coming up for him soon, and the odds would be twenty to one. They would shoot him and his plane to pieces, and he didn’t care…

Story: Wilkinson

Art: Ken Barr

Cover: Ken Barr