Project BLACK MAGIC

Did it, or did it not happen?
One of those war stories as told to the author by a veteran WW2 pilot. Many strange things occurred to flight crews during the war, some have been explained, others haven't. Some are truth, others have become exaggerated "legends" over the years.

You decide.

You’re the pilot of a World War Two bomber. Your mission is to fly from your base in England and bomb a target inside Germany. It’s an eight hundred mile round trip as the crow flies, but you won’t fly a direct route – instead you’ll divert over the North Sea in a feint to keep the enemy guessing. Because of this you’ll cover almost twelve hundred miles.
During the flight you’ll face swarms of German fighters and intense flak. If you make it to the target and drop your bomb load, you’ll confront the same enemy defenses on the way out.
After more than six hours flying, with fuel tanks near empty and wounded on board, you finally approach England. You’re now descending from your flight altitude of 20,000 feet, but the weather has closed in and the cloud cover totally obscures the countryside ahead.
Somehow you have to get your aircraft down through the murk, find an airfield and land before you run out of fuel, or the wounded die for want of medical attention. If you can’t find a break in the weather, you may have no alternative other than to abandon your wounded crewmen and bail out.
Or you can try a “blind” instrument approach not knowing your position and hoping you don’t slam into a hill or a crowded city or town.
So what do you do?
Sometimes help comes from an unexpected and inexplicable source...