The summer of 1940 and the Battle of Britain―the darkestdays of World War II. France, Poland, Denmark, Belgium, the Netherlands,Luxembourg and Norway had all been crushed by the powerful Nazi German warmachine. Great Britain stood alone, fighting for its life. 303 Squadron is the thrilling storyof the celebrated squadron of Polish fighter pilots whose superb skill in theair helped save England during its most desperate hours. They were thehighest-scoring Allied fighter squadron in the Battle of Britain, downing threetimes the average RAF score while incurring only one-third the averagecasualties. Dashing and gallant 303 Squadron was lionized by the British press,congratulated by the King, and adored by the British public. With an immediacy that vividly brings to life those harrowing days, Fiedlerpaints the bravery, the poignancy, the breathtaking gambles with death riskeddaily by this exceptional group of young men far from home, who fought topreserve freedom for all. “Had it not been for the magnificent material contributed by the Polishsquadrons and their unsurpassed gallantry, I hesitate to say that the outcomeof the battle would have been the same.” ― British Air Chief Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding Translated from the Polish; identifies the pilots by their real names for thefirst time in English. Nearly 200 black &amp; white photos, maps andillustrations; contextualizing historical material; nine appendices.

303 Squadron: The Legendary Battle of Britain Fighter Squadron

History

Fiedler, Arkady

Europe

Aquila Polonica

The summer of 1940 and the Battle of Britain―the darkestdays of World War II. France, Poland, Denmark, Belgium, the Netherlands,Luxembourg and Norway had all been crushed by the powerful Nazi German warmachine. Great Britain stood alone, fighting for its life. 303 Squadron is the thrilling storyof the celebrated squadron of Polish fighter pilots whose superb skill in theair helped save England during its most desperate hours. They were thehighest-scoring Allied fighter squadron in the Battle of Britain, downing threetimes the average RAF score while incurring only one-third the averagecasualties. Dashing and gallant 303 Squadron was lionized by the British press,congratulated by the King, and adored by the British public. With an immediacy that vividly brings to life those harrowing days, Fiedlerpaints the bravery, the poignancy, the breathtaking gambles with death riskeddaily by this exceptional group of young men far from home, who fought topreserve freedom for all. “Had it not been for the magnificent material contributed by the Polishsquadrons and their unsurpassed gallantry, I hesitate to say that the outcomeof the battle would have been the same.” ― British Air Chief Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding Translated from the Polish; identifies the pilots by their real names for thefirst time in English. Nearly 200 black &amp; white photos, maps andillustrations; contextualizing historical material; nine appendices.

Military

White Jaguar 1: A Tale of the Spanish Main (The White Jaguar)

Literature & Fiction

Genre Fiction

Mondrala Press

Mein Name ist Buffalo Child. Ich gehöre dem stolzen und kriegerischen Stamm der Blackfeet an. Meine Heimat zählte schon immer zu den schönsten Gegenden dieser Welt. Es sind die Prärien am Fuße der Rocky Mountains, dort, wo diese von der Grenze zwischen Kanada und den Vereinigten Staaten durchschnitten werden …\nPelztiere, besonders Biber, gab es früher bei uns so viele, dass sich alle Nachbarstämme, die Cree, die Assiniboine, die Sioux und die Crow, in unsere Jagdgebiete einschlichen und wir uns unaufhörlich auf dem Unreinen Pfad mit ihnen befanden. Schlimmer erging es uns mit den weißen Jägern, die seit über einem Jahrhundert bei uns eingedrungen waren und ausgezeichnete Feuerwaffen besaßen. Doch wusste sich unser Volk auch gegen sie zu helfen. Gegen die andere mörderische Waffe aber, die der Weiße Mann bei uns eingeschleppt hatte, waren wir machtlos: gegen die Schwarzen Pocken. Geschwächt, wenn auch nicht weniger kriegerisch, gingen wir aus dieser Plage hervor. Die Gier des Weißen Mannes bekamen wir jetzt nicht mehr so sehr zu spüren. Wir lebten einfach zurückgezogener in einer gewissen Entfernung von seinen Pfaden …Eigentlich begann die traurige Ära des Weißen Mannes bei uns um das Jahr 1880, als die großen Bisonherden, unsere hauptsächlichste Nahrung, erschreckend rasch unter den Gewehren der amerikanischen Jäger dahin schmolzen. Ich wurde gerade an der Scheide dieser beiden großen Zeitabschnitte der Prärie, der indianischen Epoche und der Zeit des Weißen Mannes, geboren. Meine Jugend war noch eine unermesslich glückliche, wenn auch sehr abenteuerlich …Auch mich verschlug es, als ich älter wurde, in die Carlisle Indian Industrial School nach Pennsylvania …Bis heute begleiten mich die Worte meines älteren Bruders Mighty Voice: „Verliere nicht in der Welt des Weißen Mannes dein indianisches Herz!“ Ich habe es nicht verloren …

Buffalo Child (German Edition)

United States

My name is Buffalo Child, and I belong to the proud and warlike Blackfeet tribe. Since times immemorial my home country has been one the most beautiful places in the world. It's the land of the prairies at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, just there where they are cut through by the US-Canadian border.\nFur-bearing animals, especially beavers, there were so many of them where we lived that all neighbouring tribes, like the Cree, the Assiniboins, the Sioux and the Crow, would sneak into our hunting grounds, and we would be forced to be on a continuous warpath with them. Worse was the fate that struck us with the white hunters who had been invading our territory for more than a century and who were in possession of excellent firearms. Yet our people knew how to deal with them, too. The other murderous weapon the white man had brought with him, however, left us powerless: the black smallpox. 
Weakened, but not less warlike a tribe, we survived this plague. And we were lucky, in that we didn't feel the white man's greed so much any longer. We lived in a more secluded territory and would keep a certain distance from his paths. 
Actually, the sad period of the white man's history in our territory began around the year 1880, when the big buffalo herds, our principal source of foot, dwindled away in the gunfire of the American hunters at a terribly rapid speed. 
Me, I was born right at the time of transition of these two great periods of prairie history, namely the Indian period and white man's period. My youth was still an immensely happy, even if very adventurous one. 
When I became older I was also bound to attend Carlisle Indian Industrial School in Pennsylvania. 
Until the present day the words once spoken by my elder brother Mighty Voice keep my company: „Don't lose your Indian heart in the white man's world.“\nYes, I haven't lost it.

Buffalo Child

Gujana Spotkalem szczesliwych Indian (POZNAJ ŚWIAT)

Science & Math

Earth Sciences

Bernardinum

Dywizjon 303 (Polish Edition)

Biographies & Memoirs

Historical

Dywizjon 303 z opracowaniem i streszczeniem (Polish Edition)

Greg

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