Lajes, Azores November 26, 1943
The squadron commander looked away. The radar screen was empty except for a single blimp that was an hour out from the airfield as it made a long, slow ferry crossing to North Africa. Buccaneer-3 was not coming back. He, and many other men in the anti-submarine patrol squadron had started their watch on the radar screen two hours after Buccaneer-3 was overdue. No one worried about the first hour. Of the six aircraft that had gone up this morning to cover four separate convoys, one arrived an hour ahead of time as the bomb-bays were empty after dropping a Fido mine against a U-boat. The U-boat managed to dodge the mine, but Buccaneer-6 circled for hours until it was relieved by an escort carrier's Avengers. Another aircraft arrived back at the field four minutes late. The other three bombers arrived within an hour of the planned landing time. The big, four engine bombers always had plenty of fuel reserves for these long, lonely, overwater flights. One hour was nothing, two hours was usual, three and four hours were stretching things.
The squadron commander would not, could not, declare the aircraft lost and the entire flew crew missing for several more hours but the odds were now not in their favor. They had been seen protectively circling the convoy and departed nearly on time. Somewhere in the six hundred mile flight home, the four engine bomber likely fell into the sea.