The met officer was right about the weather-it was lousy all the way. About 100 miles from Berlin a 110 came right up on our tail — Aldon screamed for me to corkscrew while he fired at the bugger — Aldon came on the intercom and said he blew him up at a range of about 25 yards. We were flying through a fairly heavy cloud layer — he probably thought he was coming up under us. Coming over the target we could'nt see much — suddenly another 110 came up and blasted our port flap right off the wing. I pushed the nose down and he came around head on and dived down on us — Jeeves was trying to track the target and couldn't fire — then our mid-upper let loose a long tracer stream that Jerry flew right into. His port engine blew off and he went down on fire. Jeeves spotted a hole in clouds and I steered for it. We dove down through it — expecting searchlights and flak to open up on us — but nothing happened. Jeeves found the yellow marker, dropped on target and we made a sharp climbing turn back int the clouds. No E/A sighted on the way home. I hope that bloody Adolf missed his sleep tonight.