Booom!!! The noise from the 88mm Flak guns explode as we near our bombing point. The usually gets stronger as we near our point. Our pilot tells us to brace as it gets stronger. Just as we did every other time. Little did I know this time would be different. We continued on fighting against the Flak fire getting ever heavier as we reached closer and closer to the bombing point. I was getting ready to call to our pilot for control of the plan when we received a heavy Flak shot to our engines 3 and 4. Both engines immediately caught on fire, and we radioed to Flight Leader that we were turning back. As soon as it happened, we began to flutter the engines. The pilot radioed out to us saying his concerns about if we will make it back. Secretly we all knew we wouldn’t make it back. All we could do was hold on for our lives, as we made our way back to England. We were just about 60 minutes off the Channel when engine 1 and 2 started shuttering. We all knew our time in the …show more content…
That was all I remembered. I assume the G forces or something must have knocked me out. I can’t be sure as the only other person that I saw leave the plane was the operator, and the others say he’s dead. It’s me and a group of about 20 other guys from many allied forces. There is John Cason, Josh Mickluckin, Kenn Schmitt, and me Javert Valjean. John Cason is a big large heavy set man. He was a tailgunner for a B17 from the 452nd Bomb Group. Although he is large and mean looking he is the nicest a man could be. There are terrible stories the soldiers here tell about john’s life back in the states. Bad stuff about him having a felony arrest warrant for murder. I talk to the guys about that day we went down, and they laugh saying that all crashes are the same. I really hope they aren’t. Just as Josh was talking about his story Kenn brought up that our break was over, and the work the tunnel had to begin