Frenchy returned shortly. “We’re chewed to pieces,” he said. “The left stabilizer is all but gone. The hydraulics are bleeding from the wings. There’s holes in the fuselage big enough to climb through, and up front the nose is open to the sky. I don’t know how Doc can work with his charts whipping all over the place.” Charlie saw Frenchy wincing and barely able to stand, so he told him to go lie down in the waist with the others. Frenchy insisted on staying near his guns.
