In a lifetime dedicated to piloting and managing aircraft of all sorts, Freddie Laker rarely felt scared. But there were exceptions. In the winter of 1948-49 he found himself flying old Halifax bombers over Germany, going to the relief of Berlin after it had been blockaded by the Russians. Ice coated his windscreen. More ice would have clogged his wings, had he not smeared thick grease over them. Russian planes buzzed him and, unable to get much height, he could watch Russian guns firing at him from the ground.
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