I released myself from the harness, rolled my parachute into a bundle, and set out to look for the Partisans. Then, without further warning, there was a jolt and I was lying in a field of wet grass. We must, I reflected, have been dropped from a considerable height to take so long in coming down. I could still not see the ground immediately beneath me. As I swung lower, I could hear a faint noise of shouting coming from the direction of the fires. I hoped they were the right ones, for the Germans also lit fires at night at different points in the Balkans in the hope of diverting supplies and parachutists from their pro. A long way below me and some distance away I could see a number of fires burning. The noise of its engines grew gradually fainter in the distance. Somewhere above me the aircraft, having completed its mission, was headed for home. It looked, I thought, invitingly cool and refreshing after the sand and glare of North Africa. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: What reading level is Eastern Approaches book?
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