Volume 3 - No. 66 - December 6, 1940
He is so young and joyous, yet he bears
The fate of nations on his shoulders now.
His roaring Spitfire thunders up the sky;
To him the drone of engines seems a song.
He rides the cloud-pavilioned
Full index of this magazine
- Jottings from the Editor's Wartime Diary
- Koritza Falls: Long Live Greece!
- Egypt Sticks to Her Treaty with Britain
- 'San Demetrio' was Worthy of the 'Jervis Bay'
- 'Wrens' on Duty with the Fleet Air Arm
- American 'Planes for Britain's Air Force
- Chiefs of the Air Commands in Britain
- 'Coventrated' Is What the Nazis Called It
- India's Contribution to Our War Effort
- I Was There! - I Saw the FIght from 'Rangitiki's' Bridge
- I Was There! - We Watched the Bomb Taken for a Ride!
- I Was There! - Kipling Would Have Enjoed My Journey
- I Was There! - We Were Rescued by an American Destroyer
- Our Searchlight on the War
- Our Diary of the War
- To The Figher Pilot
- Items of War Interest from Far and Near