PM013, PO A.Jaye reporting. It's a miracle, sir. A bleeding miracle. We got ripped all the way into zone 8, mostly because we lost the rear turret early doors. In zone 8 we took heavy damage to the fuel systems. I jettisoned, turned home, dropped to 10,000 feet and started praying. As we crossed over the Dutch coast, I prepared to ditch. Bleeding raft was in tatters. I wasn't going to chance to the North Sea in February with no raft, so I put it down on a beach south of Zandvoort. Starting practicing my Deutsch while we waited for the Jerries to show up. Next thing I know, the plane, the crew and I are back here. Bloody time warp, it is!