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A British pilot, on the run in the countryside right outside Berlin?... My heart hammered like I was the pilot himself, lost, injured, hunted behind enemy lines. If he was caught, he'd be tortured and killed. How long could he hide out from the SS patrols? And if he did elude them, how would he avoid forty Hitler Youths crawling through the woods and fields to look for him? The other boys in the troop were already stampeding for the exit, excited to have real, adult work to do for the Fatherland. I hesitated in the doorway. I had to get word to my parents. They had helped Allied soldiers and spies get out of Berlin before. But how?...There wasn't time to get word to my parents. I was just going to have to save the British pilot myself.