The crew is in good humor. An icy wind blows outside. Searchlights illuminate the English coast once again. Their deadly fingers reach into the heavens, searching with wide and narrow beams. Underneath our the mine fields, the English ones to the left, the Dutch to the right.
Lights shine from Holland.
The canal is behind us. Not a Tommy in sight, no fighters or intruders are in the vicinity, Down below, however, a British destroyer is seeking to escape. It has seen the German machine and is very excited. The dark gray wake shows its path. With these words the four men leave their aircraft, receiving the hearty greetings of the ground crew.