Sept 28, 1944
Flight Crew |
Name |
Rank |
Duties |
Brede, James F |
Lieutenant |
Pilot |
Nowacki, Jack W |
Lieutenant |
Co-Pilot |
Hodgkiss, Bernard V |
Lieutenant |
Navigator |
Katsiginis, Spiris T |
Lieutenant |
Bombardier |
Lohr, John F |
Sergeant |
Radio Op/Gunner |
Weese, Jackson D |
Sergeant |
Engr./Top Turret |
Russell, James F |
Sergeant |
Ball Turret gunner |
Whiting, Edward H |
Sergeant |
Waist Gunner |
Johnson, Marvin J |
Sergeant |
Tail Gunner |
The Mission# 211
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A/C name |
Country Germany |
Target Ordnance Plant |
A/C number 43-38420 |
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Squadron Position Low Squadron |
A/C Pos Low Element Left
Wing |
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City Magdeburg |
For
reasons that my memory does not provide, we had two replacements in our
crew on this mission. The pilot was James Brede and the ball
turret gunner was James Russell, replacing Miller and Cunningham.
I
remember sitting around in the briefing room, "shooting the
bull" before the briefing officer showed up, then when he came in
and uncovered the briefing map a loud groan could be heard. The red ribbon
which traced our path to the target stretched half way across Europe.
One crew member actually jumped out the open window and ran but the MP
guard was on the ball and convinced him to return for the remainder of
the briefing. The target, Magdeurg was known to be a well
protected city. Probably due to the fact that much of Germanys ordinance
came from there. We were in the air a total 8 hours and 30 min that day
and we were hit many times some of the holes were from enemy
fighters. Just after crossing the German border I heard the code
word "Bandits Bandits" over the intercom which meant I had to
change my position to the waist gun. I unhooked my oxygen my heated
suite and intercom wires and left the radio room. At the gun position I
had to reconnect everything. By the time I charged the first 50 cal
round into the chamber I spotted them. They looked like a swarm of
bees coming up from the ground. They were ME-109's and FW-190S. They did
not stay in formation but split off in all directions. Our P-51 escort
were dropping wing tanks and breaking away in pairs. There was
a brief pause then I spotted a ME-109 flying parallel with us just out
of range. I could not help wondering if he was looking back at me. I decided
to find out so I squeezed off a burst in his direction. Immediately
he skidded away so I knew he saw my gun flash. Then he rolled in our direction
and started his run I squeezed the trigger and the intercom button at
the same time and shouted "Jump" into the throat mike.
The pilot pulled the control column straight back and the aircraft executed
a quick change in altitude. This was a pre-planned signal which we had
worked out to disrupt the aim of the incoming fighter. In this case
it seemed to work . The German fighter passed under us so close I
could see the expression on his face. (I think he was scared too). The
remainder of the mission is a bit of a jumble in my memory. I remember
" Swede" Johnson the tail gunner calling out fighters on all
sides and I remember the relief I felt when we started the bomb run
because the flack was so thick that no fighter was going to venture in
close enough to get a shot at us. Then it was over. I decided that
day that I would much rather have flack than enemy fighters if I had a
choice. Excitement was one thing but this was ridiculous.
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