Troy High School - Trojan Yearbook (Troy, NH)

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58 when he came to, and his brain had cleared, he found himself the captive of the Gestapo near the outskirts of his home town. A coarse voice ordered him to stand against the wall As the Gestapo no longer had time for prolonged torture, they were forced to resort to quicker methods. Limply, Franz raised himself from the ground and proudly placed his shoulders against the wall. He neither saw nor heard his captors for the dream of the first surge of the Allied assault-crossing his bridge flooded his brain. The shot of a pistol resounded in the turbulent air and the lifeless form slumped to It' the ground. - It's Either Too Hot or Too Cold Howard Moore '45 , Ass't Janitor s either too hot or it's much too cold: Although the furnace, is really not oldg And It' You To You But You You You The The The but And when it gets warm, I still am toldg s either too hot or it's much too cold. wake up and get up at six, the schoolhouse, the furnace to fix, throw on the wood, you throw on the coal, the steam doesn't rise, though the furnace open the drafts, you shake the ash, open the doors, to the radiators you dash, turn on the steam and to your surprise, locked up steam, begins to rise, thermometer is stuck at twenty-two, degrees above zero are very fewg after an hour, it begins to get warm, the job is done for this one morn, Soon the bell rings, and the students come in, And But llIt, they talk of the games they lose and they when they speak, I always am told, s either too hot or it's much too cold. , isn't old, wing

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59 Reconnaissance Mission 51 Marion Russell '45 within the map-covered walls of a briefing room in northern England, surrounded by an air of tenseness, sat the crews of B squadron. Before them stood a broadshouldered A.A.F. Colonel seriously tracing a route from their flying field, over the channel to France and then into Germany to Bremen where the sub nests had been. He was impressing upon them the importance of the photographs this reconnaissance mission must produce. After they had received their final orders and all was in readiness, they left the room and went to their P-58s. . The squadron leader, a tall, blond, Yale grad who had the previous season been All-American, climbed into his plane and sat at the controls ready for the take-off. As the signal tower and dispatcher gave the planes clearance, they took-off and ascended to the 25,000 foot rendezvous level. Soon all ten planes had attained this level and with the' squadron leader picking up the forward flight position they were off on a wing to wing formation heading eastward across the chan- nel.' As they winged their way over France they were recognized by the plane spotters but preceded on their way over Germany widm no interception. As they neared Bremen the flames and smoke of the burning port, visible from forty miles away, were another indication of the previous evening's immense attack. Tearing their objective they were all overcome by a feel- ing of fearful expectation as the co-pilot reported the presence of a dozen Me l09's. The P-58s plowed on through what was a cobweb of German fighters, that hovered around like a swarm of bees. Zooming past from all directions, coming up from the rear, descend- ing from above, and on all sides the fighters tried desperately to cripple the squadron. At last one of them hurtled earthwards into a flaming debris and with it went one of the P-58s, down to its grave of wreckage. with the realization of what a broken formation would mean to those fighter pilots they closed in to fill the gap and proceded toward Bremen despite heavy fighter opposition which increased as they neared the once beautiful city. 3 with Bremen below in flames and Nazi fighters encircling him, Teddy Barlow suddenly found it to be grim reality. He wasn't battling Princeton in the gridiron game that won him his highest ambition, that of becoming All-American, he was battling the finest fighter pilots that the Luftwaffer had developed and he must outwit them and obtain those photographs to guide future A.A.F. planes to their targets. with his target below, Barlow executed a dive so the nose camera could be brought into focus and as he dived two Me 109s accompanied him. The automatic cameras did their job. The photo- graphs were complete. Those flghter pilots sandwiched the P-58s, diving, banking, and rolling, they tried to out-maneuver them but to no avail.