Petty Officer Jim Brady

WHEN THE SKY SCREAMS, COURAGE ANSWERS ..."e;Cease firing!"e; roared Brady. "e;Stand-by barrage."e; The uproar died. For the first time, sweating and thankful, the gun crews could look about them.What they saw was not reassuring. The bombers were dwindling to the southward but the Stukas were circling, like vultures preparing to fold their wings for the prey-clutching plummet."e;Come on, come on! "e; Brady adjured them. "e;Get these empties clear! If a man fouls up another loading run I'll have his guts for garters!"e;"e;Stukas starting their run,"e; Red Connors said.Brady could hear them—a heart-stopping howl of sound that paralysed the senses. "e;Now, you bastards, "e; he muttered.The guns were ready.Jim Brady was ready.Death was waiting.