Out of the sun, the Hurricanes roared down on the Luftwaffe's unsuspecting squadrons like eagles upon their prey. All over the Western Desert, they struck - airfields, convoys, enemy fighter patrols - no German was safe. They swooped, fought and killed - only to disappear, flitting away at zero feet among the sand dunes, vanishing from the sight of men like ghost planes.

Terror reigned in German hearts whenever the high-pitched scream of power-dives warned of the coming of the

...Phantom Fighters