“The Suicide Strafe” by Major George Fielding Eliot
Those four victories to his credit meant nothing to Bob Sexton—now. At last he had gotten Gerhardt, the invincible German ace—had sent his famous Red-Wing plane crashing down to a fiery doom. Yet that fifth victory—the descendu that made him an ace—was the one he would never be able to claim.
“Tarmac of Treason” by Frederick C. Painton
The dread skull emblem on their planes was the only flag the men of the Squadron of the Dead would follow, and to them fell the deadly tasks which no other squadron dared attempt. Yet powerful as they had become in the service of the Allies, a more terrible force had organized against them. For the German chief of Imperial Intelligence had proclaimed the grim order: “Every man in the Squadron of the Dead must be destroyed!”
“The Glory Gambler” by Frederick C. Painton
The Squadron of the Dead return for another mission, but this one is unlike any they have taken on before.
Death lay behind those men in the somber, black uniforms, for every man in that squadron had been sentenced to die. Death lay ahead of them, for to them were assigned the grim missions no other squadron dared to take. Then at last came a task which even those ghosts of the war skies dreaded to face—yet it was a task in which death played no part.
“Guile of the Griffon” by Arch Whitehouse
Join Kerry Keen and Barney O’Dare as “The Griffon” returns with another exciting adventure.
Down through the ebony night dived a strange, black amphibian. Glistening in the reflected light of the great Montauk beam, it glided to the water and taxied to a ramp where two men stood in the shadows. And from the cockpit of that eerie craft crawled a hideously deformed creature—a man whose very existence was a cruel mockery of the grave. “I built—” he croaked, leering at the taller man, “not one plane, but two. The other,” he continued in a queer cackle, “went to a man whom you, Keen, will kill—though as yet you’ve never even heard of him . . . .”
“Today We Die” by Frederick C. Painton
The names of the men in that strange, ill-assorted squadron were listed only in the most secret annals of Allied Intelligence. To everyone else they were known merely as the Squadron of the Dead. Americans, British, Russians—even Germans—made up their ranks, and only one bond held them together. They had all been condemned to die! An unusual story of an unusual squadron.
“The Falcon Strikes” by Major George Fielding Eliot
Lieutenant Jim Davison, a Yank serving with the Royal Flying Corps in the Caucasus, is caught between the Russians and the Germans as he tries to help Prince David of Georgia recover a lost treasure.
“Duel of Dishonor” by Frederick C. Painton
Meet “The Squadron of The Dead.” Reminiscent of the Dirty Dozen, condemned airmen from different nations are banded together in one squadron to battle the Germans in WWI. Their only hope is to die in combat rather than be returned to their countries to face the gallows. Author Frederick C. Painton was a WWII correspondent and died of a heart attack on a Guam airfield while covering the Pacific war.
“Secret of the Hell Hawks” by Ralph Oppenheim
An exciting Three Mosquitoes adventure!
To the Three Mosquitoes:
I turn to you three gallants as stand in the shadow of death. For my crime I must die. But before I die there is information I dare convey only to you three, in whose hands alone it may serve to expiate the damage my honesty, rather than my treachery, has caused.
If this reaches you in time, and if you are moved by a doomed man’s last prayer, speed to Vincennes and enable me to speak with you before they execute me at dawn.
- Emil Rodet.