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It was March 29, 1944, and the twentieth mission for our B-17 crew.
We were assigned to the 401st Squadron of the "Mighty Eighth" Air Force
and flying out of a former Royal Air Force base at Bassingbourne, England.
On that day, we were to lead an attack against an aircraft factory near
Brunswick, Germany. On previous missions to this area, we had encountered
fierce fighter opposition and were briefed now to expect more of the same.
At this point in the war, our strategy was to destroy the Luftwaffe-in the
air, on the ground and in the factories-in preparation for the planned D-Day
landings.
The ten members of our crew had grown accustomed to the nervous
tension that built up in our bodies during each mission, because many crews
were being shot down during this period. We were given a detailed briefing
on the weather, expected opposition from antiaircraft fire and fighter
aircraft, survival techniques, etc. Then we gathered up our parachutes,
helmets, flak vests and guns before going to our aircraft.
However, these aircraft had the familiar P-51 black paint with white
stripes on the wings and were equipped with the wing tanks for extra range.
Suddenly, they dropped their tanks just off to our right, and we looked
around for German fighters in the area. We found them, when the whole
formation of "P-51s" turned out to be Luftwaffe ME-109s that turned in to
us with their cannons blazing! We narrowly missed being rammed by two of
them that just barely passed over us.
We "sweated out" the trip back home to England. Since our gasoline
supply was low, we chose to remain near the surface to conserve fuel. We
came over our home field at Bassingbourne at two hundred feet, made a
tight pattern and were once again back on terra firma. The crew gave a huge
collective sigh of relief.
But it turned out that we had other help that day as well.
The flight surgeon grounded our crew for a week, because we had
flown seven missions in the last nine days. Some of the crew spent this free
time with the mechanics and armament specialists who were repairing our
aircraft. They found that four cannon shells had exploded in the airframe,
but they also found three more that, strangely, had not exploded. It gave all
of us a nasty turn to realize what a truly close shave it had been. If any one
of those shells had gone off, it could have been the end of us.
Two of the shells did not contain any explosives in them, but the third
had some paper with a message where the explosives would have been. It
took a while to find a translator to read the message; it was in Czech and
was probably placed in the cannon shell in the Skoda armament plant in
Prague, Czechoslovakia. The majority of the Czechoslovakian people resented
German control, but many were forced to work in factories supporting the
Nazi war effort. The message read, "THIS IS OUR WAY OF HELPING
YOU."