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Soon enough, we got the words from Stettler: “We’re approaching the coast of Japan. Start preparations for the bomb run.”

A hundred miles from the target area we could see the glow in the sky from the fires that had been started by the “pathfinder” planes. There were bombers sent out ahead to drop incendiary bombs to light the way for the main fleet.

We put on our flak suits and helmets, donned our oxygen masks, and depressurized any objects or people near the hole could be sucked out.

I, for one, was hoping the civilians had gotten out of the city. They had been warned ahead of time by American radio broadcasts. A list of cities would be read to them with the advice that military targets near a selected few of them would be hit.

The Radar Officer was helping with the long-range navigation and now he coordinated closely with the Navigator on the bombing run. This was especially important if the target was obscured by smoke or clouds. The Bombardier took control of the plane for the final bomb run. The auto –pilot is connected to the Nordin bombsight. By making his adjustments, Andy Ftacek, the bombardier, controls the direction over the target. So Navigator, Bombardier and Radar Officer are earning their pay while the rest of the crew members just sit and watch. Because of the anti-aircraft fire, there are no enemy fighters so the gunners are also spectators.

The layer of smoke hanging over the target would rise up and settle back down as a string of bombs from the preceding aircraft exploded. I have never seen a fireworks display since that I haven’t been reminded of night air raids. Streaks of fire going up or coming down, punctuated by loud explosions that would rock the plane, would be followed by sounds like gravel bouncing off the plane, as debris from flak fell back toward earth.

Searchlights focused on our plane while gunners from below concentrated their anti-aircraft fire in our direction.

While we were over the target area, we saw the other planes from our group for the first time since we left the base. They are visible all around us at their pre-planned altitudes. We feel the comfort of numbers for a little while.

“Bombs Away,” Andy announces, and Bill says, “I’ve got it.” We make a turn and take up a heading that will get us away from enemy fire and back over the ocean. The same thing is happening over the other the cities that we can make out in the distance. The other bomb groups are hitting their targets, also creating fires that we will be able to see from two hundred miles away as we return to our bases.

“Let’s Go Home”

“Let’s go home,” Dick Stettler says and gives us the heading. We all start breathing normally again and remove our oxygen masks when Gerald Morey tells us we’re pressurized. The flak suits came off and we set up our cruise for the return to our island.

John LaBosky has been busy throughout the flight back in his radio compartment. By coded messages he has been keeping in touch with our home base as well as air-sea rescue forces stationed along the route. The eighteen-year-old radio operator would leave his compartment every once in a while to see what was going on. He had leaned over my shoulder to watch this greatest show on earth, and then went to send the message that we had dropped our bombs and the apparent results. Morse code was his second language.

By now it’s 0200 (2am) and we set up our cruising conditions for the seven-hour flight back to Guam. Making sure that we’re on the right heading, and everything is in order, Tapp says, “You’ve got it, Ken, I’m going to take a snooze.” Soon Stettler and I are the only ones awake. The plane is on autopilot and I put my feet up and relax, occasionally making a small heading correction. Dick would say, “Kenny, turn left one degree. That’s good, let’s hold that heading for awhile.”
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Source: World War II - A View from the Cockpit by Ken Race, Pilot