"We used to feel so helpless. We could see this yellowish shape under the water and know it was a submarine." At his home in Rushden, Northamptonshire, Bert Ross was talking about his time flying Liberators across the Atlantic. Occasionally, the unmistakable outline of a submarine broke the tedium of the cockpit. Bert hoped that the Liberator's navigator had a good plot and the position of the ominous outline was relayed to the Royal Navy upon arrival. "We may have been telling them about one of our own, but you hoped the information was of use and it made us feel less like spectators."
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