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Synopsis of Missions

Flying an easterly heading we soon see the sky brightening and other planes from our group are becoming visible. We rock our wings to say: “Hi” and they acknowledge with a friendly waggle. There’s an almost overwhelming feeling of comradery, as we realized what we’ve all been through, and we’re all getting back safely.

From now on, Gerald Morey, the Flight Engineer is on pins and needles. His job, at his engineer’s panel, is to take care of the engines and make the correct power settings to make the fuel last the rest of the way. I can still see him as he has filled in all his charts and has observed all the fuel gauges approaching the empty mark. He strolls forward in the cockpit, cigar clamped in his jaw, muttering, “Now where is that *#@* island?

Shadows, cast by the low clouds appear to be islands, until we make out the familiar shape of Guam.

We land, park and talk to the welcoming ground crew about the condition of the plane and leave it with them to get it ready for the next mission. Trucks take us to the de-briefing, a necessary duty that must be accomplished while details are still fresh in our minds. While bouncing back to headquarters area, some one in the truck remarks, “I get blisters on my butt from sitting for fifteen hours, then this truck breaks them.”

After the intelligence officers pick our brains to find out whether the mission was a success or not, we’re dismissed to get breakfast, or as some of us do, go to bed. It seems like I hadn’t seen my cot for days. I just die for about ten hours.

We will be called upon to make raids on the Japanese mainland seven more times before they surrender. After the first mission, the most exciting was the daylight strike on Tokyo!

Daylight raids are flown in formation. It would take too much fuel to fly the entire distance that way, so we cruised separately to the rendezvous point.

A few things that make a daylight raid exciting are the fact that we make better targets for the anti-aircraft fire, and we must be on the lookout for enemy fighters. We had heard about the Kamikaze planes. The pilots are young Japanese volunteers who learn to takeoff but never learn to land. The plane is basically a flying bomb.

As we circled the rendezvous point, assembling the formation, John Armstrong, Left Gunner, called out “Fighters at Three O’clock!” We watched them closely, and then were glad to recognize them as P-51’s. They were our fighter escort from Iwo Jima.

When all the planes were in position we headed for Tokyo. We did everything off of the leader. When we saw his bomb bay doors open, we opened ours. One of my duties was to release the bombs by means of a toggle switch. Ftecek, being an observer from his bombardier’s position, probably to relieve his tension, kept commenting on the flak bursting around us. “Boy – look at that one! He said. “What a gorgeous blossom!” Shut up, you dumb Pollock!” someone says over the intercom.

At night, the flak looks as harmless as fireflies, but in the bright light of day it can be awesome, as it rocks your plane.

We could hear the bursts of the anti-aircraft shells and fragments would fall down on the plane like gravel on a tin roof. As soon as I see the bomb load fall from our lead plane I press the switch and release our load. We could feel the aircraft lift as it is suddenly four thousand pounds lighter.

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Source: World War II - A View from the Cockpit by Ken Race, Pilot