Fuhrer's Folly

Young female voices chattered and laughed as the team emerged from the mess hut, donnedtheir field caps then headed toward the anti-aircraft battery. All carried the khaki gas-maskpacks that thumped awkwardly on their hips with the weight of the steel helmets, but only thefirst five wore the red lightning flash badges on their shoulders and they made for theoctagonal shape on the ground beyond the arc of the guns. They wore the insignia of theGround Location Unit; the new wonder device that they hoped would turn the initial successof Germany''s aerial invasion.