Sowerbutt's Nightmare

The Spanish said they were gun-running. Flying shooters in on aeroplanes and dropping them to the ground with those parachutes you see at the flicks. That’s what I was told to say to you, Mr Sorbay. They want the men to help out with catching all the shooters.
The room had grown suddenly quiet, the noise from the High Street fading into the background.

“This is way over our heads, Jimmy,” Polly whispered. “You can’t do stuff like that when there’s a war on, even I know that. What are these guns going to be used for, shooting our boys? Isn't that what they call treason?” http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA