"It's no good skipper! We're going to have to walk home!"
Though fighter escort did a great job keeping the fighters off us all the way to target a bloody great flak shell went off right between the engines of the stbd wing. We were bloody lucky the whole thing didn't come off and another 6 feet aft and that would have been it.
2 engines out we limped as far as we could trailing smoke, fuel, & empty shell cases as we kept off the enemy fighters who hounded us. We made it over the coast near Folkestone but it became obvious that we'd be lucky to make any kind of landing at all what with the additional damage we'd taken. We set George to take her back out to sea, then kissed the old girl goodbye and hit the silk.